Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 687 Ruth, I'll allow you to wear this for a while, I'll strip you naked later.

Lecter, the Gorge of Florence.

On the cliff, rows of Astartes stand.

They came from three legions, but soon there will be two.

On the right side of the canyon stands a space wolf clad in iron-gray armor.

They were the wolf pack that trampled the Second Legion's homeworld.

On the left side of the canyon, the "Shadow of Order" honor guard and the 7th Chapter stand at opposite ends of the canyon.

The Black Armor Warriors were wearing their khaki armor for the last time, and soon they too would forget their memories of the Faceless Ones.

They were unarmed, and most of them had no mutations, or only a few or barely noticeable bestial mutations.

Some "pharmacists" whose cheekbones have been soaked in the "shadow of order" concoct medicines that soften and flatten the sunken areas.

Some of the beast-like claws and hooves were removed and replaced with prosthetics provided by "mechanical experts".

……

Behind them, imperial guards clad in golden armor stared intently at their retreating figures.

Thirty-six thousand two hundred and seventy-four men was the largest number Ninglu had negotiated with the Imperial Guards.

According to his thinking, the more than 20,000 people who were rejected by the Imperial Guard and slaughtered along with the wolves should also be preserved and deployed to dangerous battlefields such as those against the Randans and the Hruds.

Just like the beast-like wolf of Kennis and the bloodthirsty Holy Blood Angel of the future, he will throw them into the most dangerous battlefield.

But clearly, Old Huang didn't think so.

The Imperial Guards acted as both a representation of Old Man Huang, ordering the Faceless Ones to lay down their weapons and obey Ninglu's orders, and as a form of restraint, preventing the "Aliens" from continuing to exist and tarnishing his image as the Angel of Death.

Nimrod invaded the minds of the Faceless Ones, whose alienation was most evident, and discovered that they had all committed the crime of keeping aliens, and had no reason to object.

Within the canyon, Riemann Russ, along with Jorin, headed toward Nimrod and Sanchez.

His icy blue eyes were as cold as knives, and his large hand slammed down on Jolin's back with a dull thud.

“Old man, they think they’ve got it all figured out and are using us as a tool for propaganda.”

"Use your axe to teach him a lesson."

"Alpha Wolf, I will not let you down." Yolin gripped the Frostblade Great Axe tightly, abandoning his original chainsaw axe in favor of a weapon similar to that of the Alpha Wolf.

It was both to forget the darkness and glaring blood of Duran and to take the alpha wolf as an example to inspire oneself.

On the right cliff, Amrodi Skasen Skasenson, the wolf lord of the Fifth Dalian, had a flashback in his mind to Indra Sur and the powerful fire magic that Sanchez had unleashed under the suppression of Shlos.

A shadow fell over his face as he stared at the amulets adorning his iron-gray armor and asked the rune priest Oshel Wardmaker beside him.

"Can the wolf rune really block Sanchez's fire spells?"

“Lord of the Wolf,” Wardmaker gripped his staff tightly, staring intently at Sanchez, “all the rune priests have blessed Lord of the Wolf, Jorin.”

He forced his gaze to fall on Jorin, staring at the All-Seeing Eye on his chest.

The sun disk is thick and bright, capable of deflecting all witchcraft.

“Witchcraft has no effect on him.” He deliberately raised his voice, and Fenris’s storm power billowed his simple leather hat, making it flutter loudly.

Behind him, six wolves with their fur standing on end raised their heads and let out loud howls.

"The Wolf Lord will prevail!" shouted Urban, the wolf priest of the 13th Company, cheering for his wolf lord.

The 13th Company roared in unison; they were the alpha wolf's most trusted and honored guards.

Before the Father came to Fenris, every Greybeard commander was a brotherhood of the Alpha Wolf and Jorin.

They had all endured many hardships, yet they were resolute in embarking on the perilous path of ascension.

If anyone can defeat Sanchez, it must be Jorin.

The wolves began to clamor and bang on their weapons, and the giant wolf howled in response.

Roars, crashes, and howls filled the canyon, the sound waves crashing against the opposite side. Sasebo Tezuka, his anger rising, roared, "Sanchez will win!"

The Faceless Ones roared in unison, releasing the pent-up emotions within them.

The Shadow of Order of the Seventh Legion was taken aback, but the Faceless Ones were even more excited than they were.

Seventh Company Commander Polti, recalling the fierce battle between the two legions not long ago, in which they had spilled each other's blood, was no longer surprised.

The seasoned "provocative one" raised his head and let out a strange roar.

The Shadow of Order of the Seventh Chapter was followed by a tearing sound similar to that of a Catachan demon wielding its blade-like claws.

shhhhhh...

Countless fierce eyes shifted from the earthen-yellow faceless beings to the black shadows of order.

The wolf pack was enraged by the "provocation," and the shameful memories left to them by Sanchez and his 7th Army were stimulating their nerves.

The thousands of Bloodclaw recruits roared in fury, becoming agitated, but were immediately silenced by the seasoned Grey Hunters' angry shouts.

Ning Lu glanced at the wolf pack, a smile playing on his lips.

He withdrew his gaze and said, "Let's begin!"

Sanchez drew his Kraken sword and charged forward.

His simple action of drawing his sword, when seen by Yolin, immediately turned his turbid eyes into a fierce, scarlet glare.

His rage surged, and even the frost-bladed great axe in his hand was burning hot from his intense breath.

"Roar!" Yolin let out a wolf-like howl as he swiftly stepped onto the giant rocks in the canyon and leaped into the air.

As his outstretched arms came together in mid-air, he paused for a moment before bending down to land, rotating his broad body and transferring all the power from his thick shoulders into the giant axe.

The massive Frostblade Great Axe has a long, extremely large handle and excellent balance.

The handle and blade of the axe are engraved with intricate, interwoven lines and checkered patterns, gleaming with a deadly sharpness.

Sanchez took a deep breath, the image of the wolves being disrespectful to the Black Emperor flashing through his mind, and he immediately put on the "mask of anger".

He leaped into the air to meet Jorin, the Kraken sword spinning with a roar, thrusting out with the simplest "Osberh-Vaya" first strike.

boom!
Even from below, anger still overwhelmed Yorin, who was pouring all his strength into his attack.

The Kraken Sword, of the same origin as the Siren's Devour that tears apart icebergs, deflects the Frostblade Battle Axe.

Jolin's arms went numb, and he was horrified.

He relaxed his arm, letting the battle axe slide down naturally, until his palm found the optimal position for applying force in the middle and slightly behind the axe handle, then he gripped the giant axe again and swung it horizontally.

The seasoned "provocative one" whirled his blade, twisted his body, and swung his chainsaw.

Bang bang bang!
Amid a series of deafening roars, Sanchez and Jorin's figures intertwined as they plummeted downwards.

The Shadow of Order had deep, unfathomable eyes. He suddenly spun his sword and plunged it into the shadow of the axe.

Stab it!

Amidst the screeching of chainsaws, the All-Seeing Eye shattered, and a large gash appeared in the gray-iron power armor.

The seasoned "provocative one" deftly flipped over and landed gracefully, declaring, "You lost!"

The wolf pack's howling abruptly ceased, as if their throats had been gripped.

Sanchez did not use any magic; he easily defeated Jorin, the wolf lord of the thirteenth company.

boom!
Yolin crashed heavily to the ground as the Frostblade Great Axe slammed down, and he stared blankly at the gash in his chest.

Snapped!
Ruth patted him on the shoulder. "Old man, it's okay. Watch me win."

He looked at Nimrod, "Yorin has lost, so I will take off my armor."

"I can allow you to wear it for a little longer."

Nimrod walked towards Ruth, thinking to himself, "[Since you're about to give me the Winter's Axe, I'll strip you naked later.]"
(End of this chapter)