Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Huh, the orcs of the 30th century were different. Their skills were quite high." Balder breathed a sigh of relief. "All units, report your losses."

This kind of rapid teleportation was indeed difficult to defend against, but the news that followed surprised Balder. Besides his own team, which was attacked by a large number of death helicopters and teleporters, the rest of his team was fine. Clearly, Balder was being targeted!

Just when his team was in a tough battle, the Stormbirds circling in the sky quickly cleared out the teleportation platform in the distance with missiles and lasers, bringing the enemy's attack to an abrupt halt.

"Keep pushing!" Balder ordered. After destroying the teleportation platform, the ensuing battle was uneventful. A conventional frontal advance—how could the orcs possibly defeat them? With fleets and stormbirds in the air, even if they encountered any larger enemies, they would be easily dispatched by the stormbirds.

"Clearance completed, no specific targets found here." An hour later, after killing the last orc in the area, Balder reported to Russ.

"Very good. If it's convenient for you, you can send someone to support Sturgard. In addition, my father found another brother in Medusa." Rus was relaxed. He ordered Balder to work while chatting.

"No problem." Balder looked at Marius. "You go take the others. I need to take care of some things." Balder raised the data tablet in his hand. He was the commander-in-chief on the ground.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Marius looked at Balder and the guards beside him, then boarded the Stormbird with a troop and flew towards another battlefield in the distance.

Chapter 63 Psychic Boy

"Another brother? Ferrus Manus is back so early?!" Balder was somewhat surprised when he heard the news. He hadn't expected the Iron Hands Primarch to return so early. It seemed that in the long river of fate, any slight change would have a huge impact.

"Let's talk after the fight," Balder muttered to himself. He felt a connection between him and Ferrus, but it was vague and elusive. His intuition told him that he would meet Ferrus in the near future, but he could not find any further information.

"Send someone over to take care of the remains of the orcs' teleportation equipment, and then take it away. We will go back and study it." Balder ordered while processing the data in his hand.

The overall offensive went relatively smoothly. After two days of fierce fighting, the various companies had cleared a large area, and the subsequent deployment of armored units made the Space Wolves' advance very smooth. On Orion II, the Space Wolves' various companies began to attack the core area of ​​the Orks, gradually compressing the enemy and finally delivering a fatal blow.

"Damn witchcraft! I'll kill all the orcs! Eradicate every trace of them from this planet." Holmi roared angrily, watching the fallen guard beside him. Just now, they had encountered a group of orcs. With better weapons and equipment, they should have been crushed. However, the appearance of an orcish psychic boy threw a wrench into the situation. He appeared before the wolves, wielding a staff studded with bones and teeth.

He first used a blast of psychic energy to strengthen an Ork engaged in hand-to-hand combat with a Space Marine. The latter, with a decisive blow, sent the Space Marine flying. Then, muttering something, the psychic boy pointed his staff at Holmi, who was not far away. A dark green beam of light shot out, and the guard beside him pushed Holmi away. The guard, struck by the spell, exploded from the inside out into a pile of shredded flesh! Yet, there was not a single scratch on his power armor!

"Have the Chapter servants gather the remains of the fallen. Let's continue!" Holmi brandished his warhammer and led his troops forward. However, he could not have imagined that they would soon encounter the most powerful Orc psychic boy on the planet! Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Balder also sensed the presence of a restless and frenzied soul. He was so dazzling compared to the surrounding beings, like a flare and the surrounding fireflies.

"A worthy opponent." Balder lifted the Wind Rider. "Tell Heimdall to follow my plan. I'm going to deal with an emergency." With that, Balder boarded a transport plane with his guards and Marius. Shortly after the transport took off, on the other side of the battlefield, Holmi and his men were locked in a fierce battle in a large factory building.

"Waaaaa! We gotte be lucky!" A deafening roar rang out in Holmi's ears. The loud noise made his ears hurt, and some of the weaker wolves nearby were already feeling nauseous or uncomfortable. This was not only a sonic blow, but also a mental shock. Before they could recover from the discomfort, a group of orcs, led by a huge orc, rushed out of the gate at an extremely fast speed.

The leading orc held a massive bone club, atop which was painted the totem of a horned orc. Beneath it, tied with ropes and chains, were a string of skulls, some human, some alien. He leaped madly through the ranks, as if performing some kind of ritual. Supernatural lightning emanated from him, affecting the surrounding orcs. A visible red gradually enveloped their bodies. Then, he charged forward at a speed Hormi could not comprehend!

"Open fire! Kill these scum!" Holmi waved his hand, and the heavy weapons team behind him quickly set up their weapons. The assigned Caslant robots bravely rushed forward, forming a steel barrier! With a command, a dense rain of bullets rushed towards the rushing green tide.

Just when Holmi thought everything would be decided in an instant, just like before, with a crackling sound, a pulsating stream of psychic energy shot out from the bone club of the leading orc psychic boy! It first struck a Caslant robot, shattering half of its body, and then leaped towards another target.

The orcs rushed forward like crazy, frantically attacking all targets they could see at a very close distance, with rockets, guns and stick grenades. In front of the rolling tide of greenskins was a rolling rain of bullets. With the psychic boy creating a gap, groups of orcs followed suit and rushed in, tearing the defense line with all their might!

"Kill that orc wizard!" With Holmi's roar, the heavy weapons team behind him aimed at the crazed creature, lasers and plasma blasts quickly engulfing their target. The green tide before them seemed to abruptly stop. The orcs, so fearless just moments ago, instantly wilted. The bombardment that followed overwhelmed them, and their morale collapsed in an instant. The green tide quickly receded. But just when Holmi thought he had won, a massive figure leaped in from the window, and a tangible malevolence enveloped the entire factory.

"deff wave!!!" Along with a soul-shaking roar, invisible flames gathered in the air. Mortals would be overwhelmed by the malice and terror in it just by looking at it. The flames crossed the space between each other almost in an instant and fell on the heavy weapons team that had just completed the kill!

In an instant, several Wolf Pack warriors transformed into human torches, their souls and bodies ignited simultaneously, then exploded. Soon, the massive figure cast another spell, and the hordes of orcs regained their previous bloodlust. Howling, they charged once again towards the crumbling battle line. The cascading shells and lasers could not stop the fearless orcs. Just as everyone seemed about to be engulfed, a powerful psychic shockwave blasted down from the factory roof, invisible and silent, yet resonating in everyone's hearts.

To the orcs, it was like a cold, biting wind, extinguishing their courage and passion. The madness and bloodlust they had just felt left them, leaving behind only a chill and helplessness that could freeze the soul.

For Holmi and others, this powerful spiritual energy was injected into their bodies. At this moment, they seemed to be full of strength and courage, which was more exciting than drinking spiked mead before a duel!

Chapter 64 Psychic Showdown

At this moment, the orc who had nearly turned the tide of the battle also looked towards the figure who had appeared on the rooftop. Balder, from his high position, looked down at his target. It was a psychic youngster, taller and stockier than the average great master. In his hand was a psychic staff, if this thing, pierced with totems, bones, and teeth, sizzling and flashing with psychic lightning, could be called a staff.

He wore a robe made of various animal skins. One eye radiated ferocity, the other dead. His fang-filled mouth opened and closed, as if muttering to himself. Powerful and chaotic psychic energy filled his body, and his mad thoughts emanated from him.

"Hmm, a powerful psionic boy." Balder observed his distant target, staring into his eyes. Neither of them took the others seriously. Neither the Space Marines nor the Ork boys posed any threat to them. Balder felt something stirring within him. His heart beat rapidly, and abundant blood, carrying oxygen and energy, flowed throughout his body.

"What the hell is that?" the orc psychic boy stared at Balder in the distance. He sensed the enemy's strength and the dangerous psychic energy of the Wind Rider. He felt fear and wanted to retreat. But then he thought, "Fighting him would be so exciting!" This thought influenced him, and he raised his staff.

"Zada!" A yellow-green light shone on the raised staff, and then a flash of lightning appeared out of nowhere, shooting towards Balder in the distance like a sharp arrow.

"Misdirection!" Balder stared at the orc psyker in the distance. He operated his psychic powers almost instinctively. Using a subtle and swift method, he cursed the orc, causing the orc's perception to deviate from his actual position. Therefore, at the moment the orc attacked, Balder could not hit the target because he was aiming in the wrong direction.

"Nothing more than that." Balder, taking a look at the enemy's strength, felt reassured. He decided to take out the nearby orcs as well. Rather than simply using psychic energy to kill, Balder preferred precise manipulation and curses. After all, if it was just a matter of killing, wouldn't guns and cannons be enough? Psychic energy could do things that ordinary technology couldn't.

"Chaos, madness!" Balder's second psychic energy was directed at the ordinary orcs fighting below, also with curses and insinuations. An invisible wave of psychic energy swept over, and under the influence of the psychic energy filled with malice and chaos, the orcs, already bloodthirsty and furious, exceeded their limit. No longer distinguishing between friend and foe, they began to draw their swords against their companions.

An orc slammed his blade into the neck of a nearby comrade, then twisted it. The opponent, undeterred, extended its power claws, severing a large chunk of the comrade's arm. Blood splattered across the other orcs, fueling their already frenzied minds. They practically ignored the nearby enemies and engaged in an internal fight.

"Boss! I want to be the boss! The biggest! The greenest!" Countless orcs fought with this almost irresistible reason. The chaos made the orc psychic boy jump with anxiety.

"What the hell!" The orc psyker raised his staff and fiercely aimed it at the still-confused orc. However, this wasn't a way to dispel the orc's power; instead, it used a sinister technique to forcibly drain the orc's soul and strength! Streams of foul energy of various colors were stripped out and injected into the orc psyker's body. His already chaotic and frenzied mind intensified.

"Wow!" The orc psyker was also overwhelmed by the immense energy. He opened his mouth suddenly, as if he had lost his appetite after eating too much Squiggle and other things, and a stream of pale green filth and psionic energy gushed out. The torrent corroded everything it touched, whether flesh, metal, or stone.

"Chaos, corruption, stench, and violence!" Balder frowned slightly, sensing the psychic energy within. "Back off, everyone back off!" This guy gave off the impression of a cesspool, the kind that would still disgust you even if it exploded.

"Deal with him!" Balder raised the Wind Rider with one hand and stretched out his other. He used two psychic powers at the same time, and a flash of light flashed in his hand. "Psionic counter!"

The orc psychic on the other side also realized Balder's attack. He raised his staff and aimed again, but the staff, which had been shining like a lightbulb a moment ago, suddenly went out. Guided by his thoughts, the psychic energy that had been gathered could not be released, causing a backlash in his eyes. The violent energy turned into lightning and flowed through his body, making a sizzling sound, and half of his body was charred black.

"Go to hell." Balder then aimed his Wind Rider at the target, a flash of psychic lightning sweeping across, completely incinerating it. The death of the orc psyker also caused the other orcs to collapse. Just as they had attacked frantically, they now fled with equal swiftness. In this situation, facing the heavily armed wolves, they had no choice but to be slaughtered. After all, you can't outrun a cannonball.

"Keep attacking. Cooperate closely with the priests during the next attack. They are good at dealing with strange forces." Balder said.

"As you command, Supreme Lord Commander." Holmi bowed.

The entire Legion was still in the process of adjusting to new circumstances, with many internal issues still to be sorted out. The most challenging of these was the relationship between the Iron Islands, which he represented, and the tribes of Asaheim, represented by Russ. While that was now largely settled, some issues within Asaheim remained, with the status of the Wolf Priest being the most prominent.

According to Rus, he needed a group of wise men, people who would not be intimidated by his status and could offer him valuable advice. Therefore, Rus wanted to give the Wolf Priests a more detached position. However, the captains who led the troops were unwilling to do so.

Fenris was a hive of evil, home to various cults and sorcerers, so psykers were inherently distrusted. And now, Russ wanted to give them a privileged position, which obviously resented many. In battle and in the daily lives of the Legion, they also somewhat marginalized these people.

Regarding the tribes of Asaheim, Balder's principle was to know about them, but generally not to interfere. It would be bad if he intervened, not to mention that there were many other things he needed to worry about.

"After this battle, I have to talk to Russ." Balder said in his heart.

Chapter 65 Special Soul Stones and Miscellaneous Matters

After dealing with this mess, Balder returned to his headquarters, dismissed the others, and began to consider the future. He was burdened with too many secrets, some of which he couldn't even share with Russ. For example, the soul stone Balder held in his hand.

"How interesting!" Balder carefully examined the spirit stone in his hand. To outsiders, it looked like a decorative gem. Even though he had placed it in plain sight, neither the chaplains within the chapter nor the guards led by Marius noticed anything special about it. Undoubtedly, the Eldar gods had hidden these things well, even allowing most people to ignore their existence.

During the battle, Balder also observed the stone. He originally believed that these soul stones would absorb the souls of the fallen through some kind of ritual. But in reality, even in space battles, the souls of the fallen would still be absorbed through some inexplicable means! However, not all souls would be absorbed. Only those who were strong enough would be selected and absorbed into the soul stone before their souls were annihilated!

"There must be hundreds of souls in here. What on earth are they trying to do?" Balder frowned. When it comes to the use of souls, aside from the Chaos Gods, the Eldar are probably the most advanced beings.

If the Dreadnoughts dragged half-dead men into battle, and the Iron Hands' secretive Hell Key technology used practically dead men, then the Eldar's Nether Mechs were designed to drag dead men into battle, even if there wasn't a shred of flesh left, as long as their souls remained... Even 007 wasn't that outrageous!

Of course, such an operation is still acceptable. If it were a darker situation, then there wouldn't be too many methods like soul sacrifice, something that almost any psychic race with a certain level of skill could do. Of course, Balder wouldn't do that. However, if conditions allowed, getting something like the Nether Mech was something to consider, after all, war is too crazy.

Balder closed his eyes and sensed the souls within. These souls, drawn into the Soul Stone, had fallen into a deep sleep. They felt no pain, no consciousness. They were well protected by the Soul Stone, neither dissipating nor vulnerable to the Warp's invasion. This seemed like a good outcome.

"I just don't know what the Eldar God wants to do," Baldur mused. The Eldar, they say, never die, constantly stirring up trouble. In the 30th century, the Eldar lurked in the shadows. They moved between the Empire and the xenos, plotting various schemes and occasionally clashing with the Empire.

However, they also offered assistance in various ways. For example, Ferrus Manus received a hint from the Eldar that he would die at the hands of Fulgrim. Of course, this prophecy was ignored by the Primarch. It's unclear whether the Eldar were involved in the troublesome Cabal of the 30th Century, but the old prophet did take action against the Cult.

What is certain, however, is that with the premature resurrection of the Death God, the Eldar will undoubtedly intensify their efforts. However, there is one piece of good news: if the Eldar gods were aware of the events of the 40th Century, they would likely recognize, at least on a divine level, the alliance between the Eldar and humanity. We don't expect the Eldar to be of much help, but opening a webway in a critical moment is sufficient. And as for those Dark Eldar, it's best to eliminate them if possible.

"They will come looking for me." Balder put the matter of the soul stone aside. Just as he was about to take a break, the voice of the guard came from outside the door.

"My lord, Dark Angel Morris and Captain Nimeen are here."

"Really? Then let them in." Balder said after packing up his things. A moment later, two dark angels came to Balder's house.

"Sir, we come here today to bid you farewell," Morris said first. "During this time, we have enjoyed each other's company and have shared what we have. Our mutual assistance is of great significance to the future of the Legion. I hope our friendship will continue forever."

"May our friendship last forever." Balder said with a smile.

Besides the exchange of Centurion Terminators for instructors, the two sides also collaborated in other areas, such as the development of military rules and tactics, personnel training, and management. This knowledge would be invaluable to the reorganized army; after all, you couldn't expect the Wolves to know all this from the start. Balder also gifted the other side with numerous Fenrisian specialties, such as the bones and teeth of Krakens, which were suspected to be Tyranid descendants and were considered valuable materials.

"If we can find our Primarch, then I will definitely tell him that in faraway Fenris, there is an equally wise and brave Primarch and his brother, and we will become good friends." Nimeyen said.

"Shit, that's not something you can say casually." Bader's face suddenly changed. He was afraid that if Zhuang Sen found out something was wrong, he would accidentally give Nimien a fatherly greeting with his fist...

"If the Primarch of the First Legion also returns, then I would like to pay him a personal visit," said Balder.

As for Russ? Forget it. Cats and dogs are always enemies. But honestly, Balder still respected Jonson, not only for his loyalty to the Emperor and humanity, but also for his tolerance of the Space Wolves. Neither the Duran incident nor the genetic mutations were ever leaked. Not to mention the Dark Angels fleet once saved the Space Wolves.

"Then I will personally welcome you." Morris said happily.

Afterwards, the two sides reminisced about their time together and made some harmless jokes. It was a very pleasant occasion for both the host and the guest. Bader personally saw them off and watched them board the transport plane.

"The Primarchs are coming back." Balder thought of Ferrus who had just been mentioned. Thinking of the relationship between Rus and the other Primarchs in the background, it is really hard to describe. The role of Rus, the executioner, is not likable. And Rus is particularly good at offending people. Rus's relationship with most of the Primarchs can only be said to be average, but he has a good relationship with Lorgar. This is a pitfall. Balder felt that on the one hand, he had to keep Rus away from the rebellious Primarchs, and at the same time, he had to coordinate the relationship with the loyal Primarchs.

"Oh...this is really troublesome." Thinking of this, Balder felt his blood pressure rising a little.

"Never mind, it's too early for these things. Let's think about the meeting with Russ," Balder muttered to himself. The remaining battles wouldn't be difficult, and even the battle between Orion I and its satellites wouldn't be a complete disaster. Even by the Dark Angels' standards, this was a respectable Space Wolves debut. But the question was, what next?

Chapter 66 Recruitment Plan

"My lord, we have determined the location of the orc boss, and the Primarch has decided to attack." Heimdall reported to Balder.

"Alright, tell the Primarch to proceed without worry. I'll take care of the rest," Balder nodded. With Heimdall's departure, Balder began his relaxing and enjoyable life of slacking off.

That's right, just slacking off. The entire Orc tribe had been wiped out, so what else could the rest do? Russ went down and wiped out the last Orc stronghold and their leader in one fell swoop, and the war was over. They captured Orion 2, the largest and most important stronghold, and simultaneously wiped out almost the entire Ork fleet in the system. Orion 1 and its satellites were also in their grasp.

The war was over, but the next task was no easy task. At least not for Balder. After all, Russ had little regard for farming, management, or logistics. He needed to celebrate his first victory since his return with booze and feasting, rallying the Legion with his own stomach. Drinking culture? Balder understood it.

"Honestly, Russ did well this time, but he's probably still a little short of what we might encounter." Thinking back to the Space Wolves losing a third of their forces in the Flaming Wheel system, Balder felt the pain. There was a limit to how much a troop could improve in a short period of time, and with the Flaming Wheel War potentially starting within two to three years, relying solely on his own strength to minimize casualties and secure a comfortable victory would be difficult.

"Lending is indeed one of the greatest inventions in human history." Balder touched his lower body, his eyes shining as he stared at the updates sent by Malcador on some imperial legions near the war zone.

What if they can't defeat the enemy, or if it's too difficult to defeat them? That's easy, of course. A single arrow pierces the clouds, and a mighty host descends upon them. Perhaps Russ, for the sake of so-called glory, wouldn't invite other legions to fight, but Balder wouldn't! He was a classic pragmatist! And with Malcador's connections, mobilizing other legions, especially those Space Marines who hadn't yet found their father, wouldn't be difficult.

"Let me see which legions are around." Balder slid the data pad, looking for a suitable target.

"Iron Warriors Battalions 233 and 578?" The first thing Balder saw was the children of Perturabo, the so-called black-hearted foreman. Honestly, Balder felt pity for these Iron Warriors. They bore the heaviest losses, did the dirtiest and most tiring work, and received the least honors. Their father was a fiery and stubborn man. They suffered from both inside and outside.

But if we look at it purely from the perspective of hard work and dedication, the Iron Warriors are really good. They have their own pride in their hearts, but they also put discipline first. As long as there are orders from above, they can accept the command of anyone, even a mortal officer, and then they will use their own skills and expertise to conquer one daunting fortress after another, and bear pain and casualties that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Putting aside Perturabo's actions, Balder simply considered the ordinary Iron Warriors before their rebellion. He believed the Empire had truly wronged them. They were capable of undertaking arduous tasks and bearing heavy casualties. They simply desired the glory and rewards they deserved, and the Empire was so stingy with even that!

"First, find a way to capture these two battalions. Provide them with firepower support for the Wolves' future wars." Balder recorded the names of the two battalions on the datapad. While it would still be hard work, Balder promised them that following him would at least not be disadvantaged. If anyone dared to cause trouble, whether inside or outside the Wolves, he would help them seek justice! And by following him, they might even be able to save some people. After all, after Boss Pi returned to the Legion, he immediately offered a one-in-ten draw!

"Three companies of the Emperor's Children?" Baldur continued to scroll through the information, then gave up after a moment's thought. According to his memory, after Ferrus's return, the next Primarch to return would be Fulgrim, the Emperor's Children. Fulgrim's return would undoubtedly lead to his reins of command, and the Emperor truly favored him, which presented a thorny issue. He pondered the matter, figuring it was just a few companies; it didn't seem worth the hassle, so he decided to leave it alone for now.

"No, we need to find a tank for the legion, one that can charge," Balder said after a moment's thought. And then Balder found the warband now named the War Dogs, later known as the World Eaters.

"Alas, another bunch of pitiful children," Baldur sighed. If the Iron Warriors' rebellion was caused by their own Primarch and the ruthlessness of the Imperium, then the War Hounds' fall was entirely caused by Angron. It was his destructive tendencies that led him and the Legion to fall! Now, the War Hounds were still quite good. Perhaps there were still some flaws, but at least they were far stronger than the former VI Legion, and they had a rather martial spirit.

Furthermore, before Angron's return, while the Warhounds preferred and excelled in close combat, this didn't mean they lacked long-range firepower or were inept at ranged combat. In fact, their armored assaults and tactics were exceptional, even earning praise from Ferrus. Ferrus called them "the epitome of the wrath of the Ironclad." This recognition speaks volumes about the Warhounds' previous armored assault capabilities.

Furthermore, the Warhounds Legion has been divided into several units to assist other Legions in combat. Recruiting them isn't difficult, and there's still some time before Angron's return. Mobilizing this Legion isn't a problem. While Balder wouldn't consider trying to pry the Primarch directly targeted by the KTNS right now, some minor moves are possible given the broader situation.

"Then find a way to bring some of the Warhounds here." Balder tapped his datapad a few times. Then, he paused. "I swear, my fellow Warhounds, I will not allow Angron's mad thoughts and butcher's nails to pierce your heads!" As Balder vowed, an invisible pressure emanated from him. Outside the command room, several passing Space Marines felt a sudden chill, a chill that penetrated their very souls and caused them to quickly flee.

"Huh? Why are there Iron Hands troops around?" Balder flipped to the bottom of the list, and a mission brief caught Balder's attention.

"Are you kidding? Why are the Iron Hands here?" Balder immediately pulled out a previous mission brief. It clearly stated that the main force of the newly created Iron Hands Legion was besieging a not-too-distant pocket empire of technological slavery, comprised of remnants of humanity. Its name was Mysis (an original enemy). And from the lines, Balder sensed that Ferrus's battle wasn't going very smoothly.

Chapter 67 Sir, our supplies have been robbed!

Balder frowned at this. After all, during the Great Crusade, the Iron Hands had faced few enemies who could cause them any difficulty. What major battles had the Iron Hands fought in history? Balder had no idea, as records of them were scarce. However, the Iron Hands' might was undeniable, as both loyal and traitorous Primarchs had described them indirectly. (However, direct descriptions were lacking.)

"The main force of the Iron Hands Legion is besieging a pocket empire, while a small number of fleets are still scattered around this sector. This makes me think a lot." Balder fell into deep thought. Ferrus was extremely opposed to splitting his legion to carry out other missions, but even so, generally speaking, 3% of the legion was still carrying out various missions outside. After all, the situation outweighed preference.

But now Ferrus has just returned, and the Iron Hand Legion is not as large as it was later, so in this situation, asking Ferrus to divide his troops must be a big problem. Therefore, if nothing unexpected happens, the Iron Hand Legion will be in trouble itself, let alone come to help him.

Just as Balder was pondering the reason behind Ferrus's separate deployment, the communication device in the command room began to buzz sharply. This was the dedicated line between Ferrus and Balder, and Ferrus would only contact Balder in emergencies. This surprised Balder somewhat.

"What's wrong? Is the enemy leader's location we've locked onto wrong?" Balder asked after the call was connected. In his opinion, this was the only issue that might have stopped Rus from launching a deeper attack and instead made him chat with him.

"No, one of our large supply fleets was attacked by the Dark Eldar and other unknown forces, and we lost a lot of supplies and personnel. I will send you the relevant information soon, you think of a solution." Even from a long distance, looking at Rus's expression on the projection, Balder could feel Rus's anger at the moment. After all, in Fenris, only Rus robbed others, and when had he ever been robbed?

"No, don't we have other reserve companies? Let the reserve company go." Bader frowned and said with some dissatisfaction.

After all, the Black Bean Sprout pirate problem has long been a persistent problem for all races in the galaxy. Black Bean Sprouts have also been a frequent sight on Vulkan's Nocturne, but if you were to say it's a serious problem at the Legion level, it wouldn't be that serious. It's a nuisance, but not a life-threatening one.

"Originally, the Sixth Company was responsible for protecting this transport fleet, but they were severely damaged and almost lost their flagship." Russ said this, his teeth grinding fiercely, his face twisted, and his body heaving with each breath. His waving fists expressed his anger, and he wished he could tear these black men to pieces.

"The Sixth Company? Even if it was an escort, there should be several cruisers. Not only were the ships robbed, but the fleet was also severely damaged?" An expression of disbelief appeared on Balder's face. Although the current Wolf Pack was far smaller than the later ones, even considering that some of the Sixth Company's fleet was not accompanying, this transport fleet still had at least 1500 Space Marines and a not weak squadron to escort it. However, now you tell me that most of the transport fleet was lost and the fleet was also severely damaged?

"Alright, I'll handle this. Give me all the information." Balder reluctantly accepted a new mission. This mission was one that only he could carry out. After all, you couldn't expect the Wolves, who couldn't even handle a conventional head-on confrontation, to play hide-and-seek with Black Bean Sprouts in the vastness of space, could you? Could they possibly be that capable?

After shutting down the communication, Balder suddenly recalled what the two-faced messenger, Nyadra, had said to him earlier: she had claimed that she would eventually face an attack from the Dark Eldar. Now, it seemed as if this had come true. The Eldar gods were inevitably involved in this. So, what role did their gods play in this Dark Eldar action?

When a large amount of data was transmitted to Balder, he was surprised to discover that this wave of Dark Eldar was truly bold. They attacked not only the Space Wolves' supply lines, but also the Iron Hands' supply lines. Moreover, according to the data, the Dark Eldar were also cooperating with the Mysis fleet! This joint action was likely mainly to contain the Iron Hands' attacks on Mysis, and the Space Wolves were probably just a side job. This was really embarrassing.