The strongest astral army in Warhammer 40K

**Fenris Orbit · Wolf Tooth Fort Outpost**

The Space Wolves' Thunderhawk gunships arrayed themselves in the frigid void, the wolf-headed cannons faintly pointing at the approaching Imperial fleet. As Russell's flagship, the Imperial Will, transmitted its identification code, the roar of Logan Grimner, the current Highlord of the Wolf Pack, boomed through the communicator:

&34; Fenris doesn't welcome outsiders! Especially outsiders with two Primarchs! &34;

A holographic image of Ryan Eljonsson suddenly switched to the channel, the oppressive aura of the Imperial Shield causing all the Wolf Pack warriors to instinctively lower their heads: "This is not a request, it is the Regent's order."

Vulcan's lava-like pupils lit up on the other end of the communicator: "We've come to find your father, children."

The defensive array of Wolf Fang Fortress slowly shut down in silence, but every turret remained charged.

As the two Primarchs stepped into the Hall of Eternal Flame at Wolffang Keep, all the Wolffieth's high command placed their hands on their weapons. The air was filled with the low growls of direwolves, and the rune priests' sorcery symbols glowed faintly on the ground.

The last time the Wolf King's signal was confirmed was three hundred years ago. Logan slammed his battle axe into the ground, from the depths of the Eye of Fear—the core territory of Khorne's army.

As the holographic star map unfolded, the rift region was marked in a glaring blood red, with countless skull symbols representing the Chaos Fleet swimming within it.

"We don't need help." Bjorn, the high-ranking rune priest of the Wolf Pack, stared at Russell. "If the Wolf King wants to return, he will return on a bloody path!"

Russell's golden psionic energy suddenly erupted, and the Godslayer Axe slammed heavily into the ground, shattering the ancient rune array: "This is not your father's war alone! The entire galaxy is collapsing!"

Ryan pressed Russell's shoulder and turned to the Wolf Pack: "You can continue to cling to your laughable pride, or—" He pointed to the star map, "send a squad of Wolf Guards to accompany you and witness your father's fate."

When the mixed fleet arrived at the Skabrand Rift, even the Eternal Flame of Vulcan began to flicker. Outside the portholes, the warp storm coalesced into a gigantic, bloody face, and Khorne's roar pierced the minds of every living creature.

&34; Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering to the Skull Seat! &34;

The afterimage of the "Spirit of Vengeance" suddenly emerged from the storm, and Abaddon's sinister laugh echoed through the chaotic radio waves: "You're too late!"

Hundreds of Khorne Demon engines surged out of the rift, and the leading Crimson Reaper mech was visibly adorned with **Lehman Ruth's wolf fang chain**!

"Father!" Logan's eyes widened in horror.

Russell's god-slaying axe has been drawn: "That's not Ruth—it's a trap!"

Llane's Imperial Shield smashed through the first Reaper, while Vulcan's Lava Hammer shattered the tide of Khorne's Bloodletters. Russell, meanwhile, transformed into a golden streak and charged into the enemy ranks, his axe blade cleaving through the blood mist, aimed directly at Abaddon's flagship.

"You think I'd be unprepared?" Abaddon's Four-Blessed Armor gleamed on the bridge. "Motalian!"

A green cloud of poison suddenly erupted from the flank, the Death Guard's Plague Ark tore open the curtain of reality, and decaying tentacles wrapped around Vulcan's right leg.

"Your opponent is me, the Fire Dragon." Mortarion's voice echoed like a tomb.

At that very moment, a soul-shattering wolf howl echoed from the depths of the rift—the roar of the true Leman Russ!

Suddenly, the Khorne army turned and surged into the depths of the rift as if lashed by an invisible whip. In the blood mist, a giant axe crackled with lightning cleaved through the chaos, revealing a giant covered in gray-white hair, his body drenched in blood, with the remains of the Khorne archdemon piled at his feet.

"Old Wolf..." Ryan's pupils contracted slightly.

Leman Russ fought alone against thousands of demons, his eyes burning with inhuman golden light, and what came from his throat was no longer just a battle cry—it was more like the resonance of some kind of enraged **Fragment of a Star God**!

Russell's Godslayer Axe suddenly trembled violently, the ancient runes on its blade resonating with the Wolf King's power: "So that's how it is... Emperor, is this your plan?"

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Abaddon's cold laugh echoed through the Chaos communication channel, his crimson visor reflecting the battlefield—**three Primarchs, three traitors, a battle unlike any seen in millennia.**

"You think you can win just because you have more people?" Zhan Shuai's voice was laced with sarcasm. "Welcome to the Eye of Fear, brothers."

As his words fell, a purple rift suddenly opened in the warp, and **Forgrim** descended onto the battlefield with elegant yet twisted steps. Each of his six arms wielded a different weapon—the Howling Sword, the Pain Whip, the Desire Dagger, the Pleasure Spike… each shimmering with an eerie purple light.

"Ah~ Ryan, my old rival~" Forgrim's voice was like poisonous honey, sweet yet corrosive, "Ten thousand years have passed, and you're still so... boring."

The Lion King's pupils contracted sharply, and the Imperial Shield slammed into the ground: "Fuggen! Put away your depraved tricks!"

Fugrim's smile froze for a moment—**Fugen**, a name he had long abandoned, now felt like a sharp knife piercing his twisted soul.

"You're asking for it!" His elegance shattered instantly, and six weapons simultaneously attacked Ryan!

Ryan's Imperial Shield precisely parried the first three blows, and his Power Sword &34; Edge of Loyalty &34; cleaved through the fourth and fifth weapons, but the sixth—**Dagger of Desire**—still tore through his shoulder armor. The wound didn't bleed; instead, eerie purple patterns emerged, attempting to corrupt his will.

&34;Your shield can stop Khorne's axes, &34;Forgrim chuckled and twirled, &34;but it cannot stop the corrosive power of pleasure~&34;

Without a word, Ryan suddenly changed tactics, slamming his shield into Fogrem's knee, and in the instant Fogrem lost his balance, thrusting his sword straight for his throat!

Clang!

The Howling Sword narrowly parried the attack, forcing Forgrim to take three steps back, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes: "You've gotten stronger?"

"No." Ryan's voice was icy. "It's you who's weakened... a spoiled brat."

These words thoroughly enraged Prince Slaanesh. His body suddenly twisted and swelled, scales emerged from beneath his skin, and his lower body extended into a serpentine tail—**he revealed his true demonic form!**

On the other side, Vulcan's eternal fire clashed fiercely with Mortarion's decaying miasma.

"You're still as repulsive as ever, Mortarian." Vulcan's hammer shattered a swarm of plague drones, lava-like blood evaporating the surrounding Nurgle virus.

The Lord of Death stands atop the Ark of Plague, his scythe "silent" pointing at the fire dragon: "And you remain naive, Vulcan. Father should have understood long ago that only by embracing chaos can humanity achieve eternity."

"Eternity?" Vulcan suddenly sprang to his feet, slamming a punch into Mortarion's breastplate, sending him staggering backward. "Look at your so-called eternity—rot! Devastation! Despair!"

Motari steadied himself, his rotting wings suddenly unfurling: "Then I'll show you... true despair."

He raised his scythe high, and suddenly tens of thousands of Nurgles surged out from the depths of the rift, screaming as they pounced on Vulcan, each one carrying a deadly poison capable of corroding a Primarch!

At the heart of the battlefield, Leman Russ's condition grew increasingly abnormal. His eyes were completely consumed by golden light, and sparks of energy from another dimension flickered between his hairs. With each axe strike, a Khorne demon was instantly vaporized—not killed, but erased from existence!

"Father!" Logan tried to approach, but was sent flying by the wolf king's indiscriminate attack.

Russell's golden psionic energy forcefully breached the barrier, and the runes on the Godslayer Axe resonated with the Wolf King's power: "Ruth! Wake up!"

But the Wolf King merely howled to the sky, the sound waves shattering all matter within a thousand meters. Behind him, the faint phantom of a giant wolf composed of stars vaguely appeared—a manifestation of a fragment of the Star God!

Abaddon stood at a distance, grinning maliciously: "Too late, Imperial Guard. You think the Emperor sealing the Star God fragments within him is a blessing? No, it's a curse!"