Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

While the victorious Gods of Order were enjoying the fruits of victory, the Great Devourer, the utter loser in this war, was also preparing for the next attack. The origin of the Great Devourer peered into the distant galaxy and fell into deep thought. It must be said that this battle brought the Great Devourer a very bad experience.

In terms of conventional force, the Devourer's fleet was no match for the human fleet. Large-scale engagements were particularly disastrous. When the human war bodies appeared, the entire Tyranid fleet was nothing more than lambs to the slaughter. This was a terrible feeling. And if his true form were to take action, it seemed he still wouldn't be able to defeat the local gods. The situation was dire.

However, the Devourer did not intend to abandon the Milky Way. Because the distance from his home to other galaxies was also very far, the Milky Way was already very close. If he wanted to continue to develop, he had to at least gain a foothold in the Milky Way. Faced with an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, the Devourer also changed his strategy.

Continuing with the previous large-scale invasion strategy is not suitable for facing such an enemy, because you cannot defeat them! Secret infiltration and disintegration are the most effective means to deal with these civilizations. Therefore, the Great Devourer decided to send more Genestealers to the human world to hide and wait for an opportunity. At the same time, these Genestealers can also provide considerable faith for themselves.

At the same time, the Great Devourer also made adjustments to the fleet. In the past, the overall quality of the Tyranid fleet was actually weaker than that of humans in this dimension. Although there were tough guys like the Ancient Ship in the Tyranid fleet, their number was too small.

Based on experience, the Great Devourer decided to design its fleet in this way. The individual performance of the warships needed to be improved, and they must have the ability to independently travel at superluminal speeds. Previously, most of the warships in the Tyranid fleet relied on the gravity wells of the hornworm warships to move forward. In the future, the Great Devourer will eliminate the hornworm warships and give all warships the ability to navigate gravity wells. This way, if attacked, all warships can disperse and escape. It is not the case that if the hornworm warships are destroyed, they will no longer be unable to travel at superluminal speeds.

As for the warships, quality is used instead of quantity. The Great Devourer has made preparations to temporarily stop eating the entire planet, because the Zerg will definitely not be able to defeat it in a head-on confrontation. He has broken up the Zerg fleet into smaller fleets, which will roam between the planets, taking whatever they can and running away before the human empire can react, thus making a small breakthrough and destroying them piecemeal.

After all, humanity has millions of worlds. When the Zerg fleets disperse and spread across the land, some worlds will inevitably be less well-defended. Unable to defeat them head-on, the Zerg sought to test the effectiveness of guerrilla warfare and to win by sheer quality! To ensure the endurance of the Zerg fleets, the Great Devourer decided to use some of his own soul fragments to strengthen these warships, granting them the ability to draw power from the Warp to meet their normal needs.

At the same time, some Zerg fleets have evolved the ability to transform their outer shells into "solar panels" so that they can replenish some of their psychic energy when approaching a star, thereby enhancing their endurance.

This time, the Great Devourer's sacrifice was enormous, and the confrontation between humans and Tyranids entered a new stage as the Great Devourer changed its tactics.

Chapter 514: Open the door and check the chicken thief!

"It's a Genestealer vassal." A rune priest said to the corpse on the ground.

"But we have conducted genetic tests on everyone on the battleship and found no Tyranid gene fragments." A wolf guard said with a frown.

"So I said this is a Genestealer vassal, not a Genestealer." The Rune Priest said as he used a knife to cut open the corpse's brain, and then took out a very thin tissue as big as a pea from the back of the skull.

"This is the tissue implanted by the gene stealers into these vassals. It can control these poor people through bioelectricity and psychic energy, but it does not change their genes. These guys have become cunning. The problem that could have been solved by testing the genetic sequence before." The Rune Priest said gritting his teeth.

A hundred years have passed since the last God War, and the battle between humanity's defenders and the Tyranids continues, becoming increasingly complex. For one thing, Tyranid infiltrations of humanity have become more frequent and covert. The Genestealers' tactics, depicted in the background, are completely hopeless in this plane. According to the Supreme Beings' orders, all human planets must undergo genetic screening at least annually! Any problems identified are immediately purged, and on some important worlds, screening may occur as often as every few months. Furthermore, under the mandate of governments at all levels of the Empire, the cleansing of the lower hives and the implementation of a household registration system are also underway.

Faced with humanity's rigorous screening and testing, the Genestealers have also adapted their tactics. The most common practices are the use of biological tissue for parasitic control, or the use of deception to deceive followers. Furthermore, the offspring of Genestealers are more human-like in appearance; some Genestealers are not even bald! Currently, relevant departments in the Empire are debating a law to ban human citizens from shaving their heads...

Faced with these endless infiltrations, the Imperial leadership suddenly realized that large-scale legionary warfare was no longer effective. After all, in many cases, when facing Genestealers, you don't need warships, but a large number of elite infantry entering the hive city to engage in street fighting. After all, you have to control the damage range. You can't destroy the entire planet because of a small piece of rotten meat, right?

As a result, the warbands became much more effective at this time. In most cases, a third-rate warband could easily clear out the thieves on an entire planet. Therefore, the third-rate warbands were mainly used to deal with the thieves, while the large warbands continued to pursue the increasingly difficult Tyranid fleet in the void. If the Tyranid fleet before was a school of piranhas, then the Tyranid fleet now was a school of sharks. The number was greatly reduced, but the quality of each individual unit was greatly improved.

Not long ago, a detachment of the Ultramarines Legion had a Glorious Queen-class battleship sunk while patrolling an expansion zone south of Ultramar, which raised the Imperial Munitions' attention to the Tyranid Wandering Fleet to a new level.

However, for the time being, this matter had nothing to do with this Space Wolves squad. Led by Squad Leader Stonefist, they had detected the presence of a Genestealer sect. Following these clues, they boarded the warship with the Inquisition and successfully captured their enemy.

"I think we should have questioned enough of those guys." Stone Fist looked into the distance. He was responsible for clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers, while the Inquisition was in charge of the interrogation.

"That guy is coming." The Rune Priest said as he looked at the burly figure appearing in the distance.

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"Fellow Space Wolves, this matter is a bit troubling." Inquisitor Dallon approached Stonefist, holding a handwritten document. "It contains the approval of the Planetary Governor of Berta III, the approval of the local defense forces, and the permission of the Ecclesiarchy. Furthermore, we discovered a batch of Class B controlled weapons in the warehouse. These weapons are not found in the ordinary Imperial Guard. Do you know what this means?"

"Does this mean that there may be problems with Berta 3, from the government, the army to the Vatican?" Stone Fist said after thinking for a while.

"That's right. Class B controlled armaments cannot be transported in or out simply by the signature of a planetary governor. The entry and exit of such materials requires a very strict approval process and strict reporting. These equipment are not found in the secondary star zone records, which means that the other party has connections everywhere. There are already many problems in the imperial system of Berta 3, which is intolerable." Dalon nodded and said.

"So, what are you going to do? Set up a special operations team and then clean up the entire planet's ruling system?" asked Stone Fist.

"My colleague believes that Berta 3 is a mature industrial world after all. It provides a large amount of industrial products to many surrounding worlds, and the secondary star zone fleet also needs it for supplies. So he suggested that I take a gentler approach, but I don't think so. The rule of Berta 3 has begun to become corrupt. The nobles are arrogant and extravagant, the priests are hypocritical and greedy, and the planetary garrison has lost its former bravery and sense of responsibility. This planet needs to be cleaned up." Dalon said angrily.

"So, why are you telling me this?" Stonefist asked.

"I have a list here, take a look at it," said Dalon.

"This has nothing to do with me. My mission is to deal with the Genestealers and their vassals, while the cleansing of the cancer within the Imperium is left to you." Stonefist did not accept the list. Often, relations between the Space Wolves and the Inquisitors were not pleasant, as many Inquisitors felt that the Legion was encroaching on rights that rightfully belonged to them. They believed that the Space Wolves had little respect for the Imperial government and the Inquisition.

But as the saying goes, there are many birds in the forest, but some judges think that the Space Wolves often don't kill enough! Some even think that they kill too little. When it comes to some problematic planetary governors, the Space Wolves usually first talk about reason and evidence, and then kill a group based on the list provided, and then depose another group.

Some, like Dallon, simply give him a list, pick out a small number, and then eliminate the rest. Their philosophy is simple: in certain areas, even the slightest flaw is unacceptable, like unauthorized collusion with aliens. "Loyalty cannot be tarnished." This is the motto of the so-called Purist Inquisition, and most of them truly live up to their principles, demonstrating integrity, bravery, fearlessness, and sacrifice. As for justice? That's a matter of opinion...

"You don't have to sign, and you don't even have to bear any consequences. If you want, I can allow you to remove a few people from the last few on the list." Dalon said with a smile.

"Haha, the other inquisitors think we've gone too far, but you think we're not decisive enough. That's hard to understand," Stone Fist said.

"Perhaps this is just the way the world is. The world is so vast, there are always some differences," Dallon sighed. "Believe me, Stonefist, if you maintain your respect for humans and the Supreme Beings, sooner or later, you will be like me."

"This is a time full of temptation and decadence. The Eldar, once the overlords of the galaxy, have fallen into depravity due to indulging in pleasure. Why should we be exempt?" Dalon asked in return.

"Perhaps," Stonefist said. "I am a warrior. My mission is to destroy all enemies of humanity. As for more complicated matters, I'll leave them to the higher-ups."

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"Damn it! If I could, I'd tear those bastards to pieces myself!" Stonefist roared as he quickly dispatched the thieves with the Storm Bolter on his arm. His massive frame blocked the narrow passage like a wall, the shields on his specialized Terminator armor barely blocking the incoming lasers and missiles. Behind him, several soldiers were dragging injured comrades off the battlefield.

Initially, the plan went smoothly. With the help of a local insider, the Inquisition successfully secured a high-ranking suspect through a Hongmen Feast, which was then used by the Inquisition for identification. Stonefist, along with his brothers, followed the informant's lead into the underground of the Hive City to eliminate these thieves.

Then, while fighting in the underground hive, Stonefist and his Space Wolves ran into a huge problem. The underground was extremely narrow, and heavy equipment could not be deployed. Everyone was almost entirely using light equipment. (Yes, in the current Legion classification, Iron Wolf battle mechs and Predator tanks were considered light reconnaissance equipment. Heavy equipment was at least on the level of Titans and Bear gunships.) The close-range shooting, and the enemy's home turf, along with the various traps and explosives, made Stonefist very frustrated.

What infuriated Stonefist even more was that he discovered that much of the Cult of the Chicken Thief's equipment was even better than that of the Inquisition's Stormtroopers! Clearly, some people were exploiting their power to facilitate these aliens! With everyone else manipulating Iron Wolf battle mechs, the Space Marines' physical advantages were negated. As for their reflexes, when facing the genetically advanced Tyranids, the Space Marines' genetic engineering technology was only so-so. After all, the Chicken Thief could tear apart a Terminator with his bare hands, but how many Space Marines could do that?

"My brother, it seems you need help." A massive figure appeared beside Stonefist, accompanied by a group of equally absurdly large armored warriors. Once in position, they quickly deployed ferocious firepower to clear the alleyway of enemies. Missile pods, heavy plasma cannons, and gravity-destroying weapons—weapons originally intended for tanks or Dreadnoughts—were now in the hands of these warriors. Their immense size and immense strength made ordinary Terminators mere children to them.

"Well, I've failed this trial somewhat," Stonefist said, looking at the rapidly advancing figures in the distance. They were vastly larger than ordinary Space Marines, some even towering over the Emperor's own Custodians. Donning their specially designed power armor, these behemoths were undoubtedly the most formidable weapons in urban combat.

"Lord Seven Bloodhowl, why are you here?" Stonefist asked with some surprise. Yes, he was surprised, because according to the "rules" within the Space Wolves Legion, these special species of Space Wolves will only invest in targets that even Captain Logan is interested in or that are valuable. In fact, the existence of these people is a secret within most Space Wolves Legions. As for why Stonefist knew, the reason was simple. He was Logan's attendant...

The Severn are also genetically modified Space Wolves, but they differ from the others in that they can transform into lycanthropy, a special expression of the Wolf Helix. If ordinary Space Marines can tear apart ordinary Orks with their bare hands, then Severn and his brothers, after donning specialized power armor, can tear apart even Dreadnoughts with their bare hands.

The Wolf's Spiral has never been far away from the Space Wolves Legion, both since the Great Crusade and now, but the Space Wolves are luckier than the background. The human genetic technology in this plane is very powerful. Basically, after genetic modification and blessing, when Seven and his brothers "werewolves", they mainly become larger in size, stronger in physique, with higher perception and sense of smell, extremely high resistance to psychic energy, and basically no signs of losing control, and can still operate various weapons like ordinary warriors.

Of course, this lycanthropy is time-limited, requiring a long period of rest afterward. It's precisely this explosive power that makes them the formidable assault force of the Space Wolves. These individuals generally remain hidden from public view. Each Legion always maintains its own "little secrets." Truly powerful abilities are hidden from public view.

"There's something here that the Legion is interested in, and the situation seems beyond your ability to handle," Seven said, looking at Stonefist. Stonefist was, well, a very capable warrior, attendant, and bodyguard. Russ had chosen to lead the team alone this time because he wanted to test him, but his luck had been a bit off, and he'd run into a tough opponent this time...

"My lord, this is just a nest of a Genestealer sect. I can complete the mission independently." Stonefist argued.

"It's not just the Genestealers, there's also the Zerg and their test subjects!" As soon as Seven finished speaking, an alarm sounded in the communication band that a certain number of Zerg hive beasts had been encountered!

"Our opponent is here, let's go!" Seven patted Stone Fist's shoulder and said, and soon, the roar of the giant beast in the distance as it struggled to death made Stone Fist realize that what the legion commander said was right.

"It's the Executioner! Is the Hive Fleet here?" Stonefist broke out in a cold sweat as he watched the distant figure. Aren't these behemoths the backbone of the Hive Fleet? How could they have gotten here? Even more shocking was the sight of the Executioner closest to him sporting a laser cannon beneath his arm!

Chapter 515: Open the door and check the thief 2

Accompanied by a volley of beams that could almost blind a mortal, the twin laser cannons hanging on the arms of an executioner roared, and two beams like sharp swords hit a werewolf warrior, but fortunately the thick energy shield blocked the attack. Then, the railgun carried by the warrior responded. With a huge noise, the shells accelerated to more than Mach 20 easily penetrated the executioner's chitinous shell, opening a big hole in it, and the huge figure fell to the ground with a bang.

"How could this happen?" Stonefist put down his hammer and took out the heavy railgun from the servo robot behind him. After killing a warrior bug from a distance, Stonefist asked.

When the elite warriors of the Space Wolves Legion enter the battlefield, they will be assisted by mechanical wolves called "Companions". Some of them will perform reconnaissance, some will carry various weapons and supplies so that the legionnaires can deal with various enemies, or they may themselves be a light weapons platform.

"Perhaps the Great Devourer also sensed that its legions of flesh and blood could not withstand our iron torrent, so it decided to use the Genestealer Cult as a medium to obtain some weapons from our world to strengthen its behemoths. This project must have just begun, and it has attracted the attention of the Legion."

"So, the rulers of some worlds are funding our enemies?" said Stonefist.

"These scum have always existed. Ever since the dawn of humanity, these evils have accompanied the development of civilization," Seven Bloodhowl said, looking at the distant herd of monsters. "And they're endless. There are always those willing to take risks. They'll provide convenience for our enemies for various reasons."

After saying that, he pointed to the herd of beasts in the distance. There were many kinds of insects in it, including the more common ones such as executioner insects and warrior insects, as well as digging pythons and other insects that also took care of construction when necessary, and psychic brain insects. It was obvious that the gene stealers and some human scum had transported these insects here in various ways.

"So what's the reason? Why do some people help these bugs?" Stonefist asked. "Is it just because of money?"

"I checked the interrogation records of the Inquisitors. In addition to simple money and benefits, the nobles of one of the hive cities were somewhat dissatisfied with the people sent by the Empire. One of the best ways to get rid of these people is to create some trouble. So their subordinates provided some conveniences for the Genestealers, and then used this to inform on people including the Governor sent by the Empire. But they were also used, because they didn't know that in addition to weapons and believers, the Genestealers' cargo list also included purebred Tyranid Legions." Seven said.

"They are playing with fire, where is their IQ?" Stone Fist roared angrily.

"Human greed often blinds the mind. Some guys are so stupid that they don't care about the cost. The truth is far more magical than telling stories. So, this time, Inquisitor Dalon's idea is right. The upper echelons of this planet are already full of termites, corrupt people, and lazy people. Cleaning is necessary, and scraping the bone to cure the poison is inevitable." Seven said.

"I agree." Stonefist pondered for a moment and nodded. His agreement meant that Inquisitor Dallon would have full authority over the planet. For example, if he preferred, he could select those worthy of redemption from a list, rather than just picking out those who needed to be dealt with from a group...

"Forward! Deal with all the xenos and minions here." With frequent exchanges over the communication bands and the Legionnaires advancing, Seven and Stonefist gradually cleaned up the bottom of the hive. The filthy and foul ground beneath the hive was strewn with blood and Zerg corpses. There was no mercy or forgiveness. During the battle, they even discovered some mortals who were not controlled by the Zerg's psionic power but were collaborating with them. According to them, they were either being instructed by others or motivated by profit. This time, the Space Wolves showed no mercy, only excommunication from the Emperor.

It has to be said that the Great Devourer's idea is very good. The main force of the Zerg army is the biological legion, and the Genestealer sect is considered to be the infected controlled by the Great Devourer. These infected still retain the ability to use and create technological products, which is equivalent to making up for the shortcomings of the Tyranid Zerg in the absence of mechanical technology.

These Zerg, equipped with human weaponry and under the command and control of the Genestealer Cult, proved far more effective than their "wild" counterparts, and this exacted a higher cost to the Space Wolves than previously anticipated.

"Is this a living creature or a machine?" Stone Fist came to the side of a dead executioner. A plasma cannon was connected to one of his arms. This cannon was not simply hung under the executioner's body, but through some special technology, the body of the Zerg and the human mechanical weapons were connected into one. If the neural beam technology allows the human brain and the machine to complete a seamless connection, then this technology completes the connection between living organisms and mechanical creations from a physical level. It can be regarded as a technology between mechanical bodies and living organisms.

"This is also an important reason why I came here. These technologies remind me of something I have seen in the literature. I suspect that these bugs have found something key." A sneer appeared on Seven Blood Howl's mouth.

With the Genestealer Chieftain and the Swarm Lord being blown into pieces, the Tyranids on the planet were finally cleared out. Looking at the corpses and blood on the ground, Stonefist and Seven sighed. They knew that eliminating the enemies from outside was not the end. The most important thing was to dare to take action against their own cancer.

In the upper hives, with the support of the local planetary defense forces still loyal to the Emperor, several divisions of stormtroopers launched a thorough purge of the hive nobles involved. The roar of heavy weaponry lasted a full week before the seven hive nobles and their vassals were nearly wiped out. Entire noble residences and surrounding areas were reduced to rubble. All those implicated were to be executed, their property confiscated, and seven hive noble families were uprooted. Over half of the remaining noble families on the planet were stripped of their power and status, simply because they had failed to fulfill their responsibilities and were being punished for dereliction of duty. To atone for their sins, their families were dispersed and sent to cultivate untamed worlds.

To address the resulting power vacuum, Dallon temporarily placed the planet under the direct jurisdiction of the Inquisition and brought in a new group of technocrats from Ultramar. However, the planet's problems weren't over yet. After all, it involved interplanetary transportation and the handling of scarce supplies. How could the problems be limited to just one planet? With the support of the Imperial fleet and legions, a crackdown on Imperial corruption and the Tyranids was launched across the entire sub-sector.

The resulting impact even caught Dalon by surprise. Many things were revealed. Some of these things might have been fine if they hadn't been exposed, but when they did, it became a major event. The underlying tacit understanding among some local tyrants was broken, but the Inquisition, represented by Dalon, didn't care. Either obey, or if you think you're capable, give it a try. I'm not afraid of retaliation; after all, I'll be gone.

Killing was no problem for Dallon; it was his calling. He even prepared himself for the day he would be killed, and his subordinates and superiors were equally prepared. When it came to dealing with the scum of the Empire, Dallon was unhesitating and unwavering. However, during this operation, a side effect of eradicating the xenomorphs presented him with a significant headache: the discovery of the remains of animatronic humans, or rather, "stone men." These were a fusion of biological, mechanical, and electronic technology from humanity's heyday.

In fact, this time the Gene Cult was able to "integrate" human weapons and Tyranid creatures together by using these technologies. Simply put, it was because the Genestealer Cult discovered these technologies invisibly, which led to the following pair of bad things.

Dalong pondered how to handle this technology. According to normal procedures, he would hand it over to his superiors and then report it up the chain of command. However, the risks involved made him, having seen so much of the dark side, somewhat uncertain.

Dalon himself is not clean either, or rather, these guys who exist as extreme executioners in the tribunal have many problems themselves. They often pursue justice in terms of results rather than procedural justice. If various violations of procedures are exposed and confirmed, he can be shot in half an hour.

As one of the less extreme, or perhaps more intelligent, members of the extremist faction within the Inquisition, he was well aware that some within his own faction were even more extreme and unscrupulous. While he was extreme, he also had a rational mindset! An extremist could have extreme behavior and views, but the power he wielded could never be too strong, otherwise, if something went wrong, it would be difficult to deal with.

Dalong knew he couldn't always be in the opposite camp. Though extreme, he wasn't greedy. He knew that if this set of technology, capable of producing a large army of simplified "stone men," fell into the hands of someone as radical as him, it would likely lead to unforeseen consequences. He didn't fully trust his colleagues and superiors. Who knew how these extremists would use this technology? Therefore, how to deal with these technological relics was a crucial issue.

But in the end he made a decision and mobilized the connections he had "accumulated" in a previous operation.

"The Gate of the Ancients?" Dallon pulled a Fenrisian rune tablet from his vault. It was a communication key. According to the Captain of the Space Wolves' Grand Company, with whom he had previously worked, this communication key could be used to contact the "Ancients" within the Legion. If faced with dire need, he could try it. And now, Dallon felt he should use it.

With the activation of the communication key, a special message was sent, a hybrid of psychic and quantum communication. Ultimately, Dallon decided to hand the secret over to the Space Wolves. This was not only due to trust issues, but also because Dallon felt the Legion was strong enough to handle any problem. Most importantly, Dallon believed that the Space Wolves were not extreme, at least much more "peaceful" than he and his faction.

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"Are you going out?" Rus, sitting on the throne, glanced at Bjorn below and said.

"Yes, there is something I need to deal with personally." Bjorn then described what happened in detail.

"Related to Stoneman technology? And the Tyranids? This is definitely worth a trip for you old folks." Russ nodded, then glanced at the rune cabinet beside him. "There are so many things I can't show to others easily."

Ten thousand years ago, Russ would have been delighted to have more powerful weapons in the Legion, but as time went on, he gradually became accustomed to them. Now, however, he felt immense pressure, because he knew that each key to these secret cabinets would unleash a bloody storm once unlocked. He now fully understood the Dark Angels; carrying secrets itself was a tremendous pressure.

"Very good, go and take care of this," Russ nodded. Over the past ten thousand years, although the overall situation had been relatively peaceful, the accumulated losses of the various legions were still significant. This was partly due to war damage; the Imperium controlled far more worlds than were visible in the background, so various battles were inevitable. Another factor was aging; Space Marines also age, and not all were willing to enter the Dreadnought or Stasis stages. Due to cultural reasons, most Space Wolves preferred to return to Fenris.

Only those with truly exceptional talents and the favor of the Supreme Being could maintain optimal strength and condition. Therefore, Bjorn, who had been merely a retainer of Russ during the Great Heresy, was now a veteran of the Legion, while most of those veterans had already entered the realm of the Supreme Being.

"So what about the Inquisition..." Bjorn asked. Although Dallon had claimed confidentiality during the communication, honestly, no Space Marine who had lived for nearly ten thousand years would believe that Dallon's actions could be kept secret. Putting aside the complexities within the Inquisition, even from a technical perspective, Dallon wasn't even a high-ranking Sector Approval Officer within the Inquisition. How could he guarantee that his communications and actions wouldn't be leaked? Did he look down on his colleagues within the Inquisition?

There is no doubt that what Dalon did was seen as a betrayal by some people. In the eyes of some people, if he couldn't deal with the Space Wolves, how could he deal with his colleagues?

"You decide. The most important thing is not to make any mistakes," Ruth said.

"As you command." Bjorn bowed.

Chapter 516 Gray Galaxy

"Have you thought it through?" Bjorn said to the young man in front of him. Although the latter was over 100 years old, the power of technology made Dalon look only in his thirties. Even at 100 years old, he was still a young man in front of Bjorn.

Bjorn had a good impression of this little guy. Although his behavior was a bit extreme, his best qualities were self-awareness, a lack of greed, and a reluctance to easily venture into areas he didn't understand. He seemed like he might make small mistakes, but he wouldn't make big ones. He had both ability and intelligence, and Bjorn believed he needed to be nurtured.

"You're already here, what's the point of saying this?" Dalon said with some self-mockery. He saw that an ancient being had come before him. If he continued to repeat himself, he might not be able to leave this door.

"Have you ever thought about your future?" Bjorn said after pouring himself a cup of tea. Don't drink while working, don't work after drinking, this is the rule of Space Wolves. As for the specific origin, it may be because someone crashed a plane into a mountain while drunk during the Great Crusade...

"You thought what you did was secretive, but in fact it has been known by certain people, including your superiors and your colleagues. In short, what you did actually crossed the line," Bjorn said.

"My actions were a bit extreme, and so were some of my colleagues. The level of chaos within the Tribunal exceeded the outside world's expectations. Many people fell at the hands of their own people, often not because of interests, but because of ideological issues. I just feel that these technologies will cause trouble if they fall into the hands of certain people. They often cannot control their own methods and they lack self-control." Dalon said.

"Then why do you think the Legion is reliable?" Bjorn asked.

"The Legion's vaults are more secure than most Inquisition vaults, and I believe they are more measured in their actions. Many people say I am an executioner, and I admit that, but I am definitely not a butcher. I cannot guarantee that there will be no innocent people under my sword, and I will punish some severely, but I will not deliberately kill innocent people."

"The Empire is too big, and many things are inherently gray. A hive has been occupied by aliens. Perhaps the Space Wolves want to enter the hive to clean out the enemy and rescue the captured humans. But some Inquisitors will use bipolar torpedoes to destroy it directly."

"If possible, I would contact the Imperial Chamberlain's Office, but unfortunately my level is far from enough." Dalon sighed.

"Okay, since you have made the decision, my people will take the things away. You now have two choices. One is to prepare to change to an easier position at the right time, such as coming to the Inquisition's liaison office in the Fenris sector after this matter is over. The other option is for us to arrange an accident and let you live under a different identity. Only in this way can we guarantee the safety of you and your close subordinates." Bjorn said.

It takes responsibility to act. Dallon is taking a huge risk in this matter, and the Space Wolves must provide him with shelter. However, the Legion's power is limited, and there are too many things to focus on. Therefore, under the current circumstances, the Space Wolves can help for a while, but not forever. Dallon will only be safe if he changes his location or identity.

"Thank you for your kindness, but when I entered the Inquisition, I accepted my fate. I am a consumable, a consumable to maintain the human empire and civilization. One day, my flame will burn out. Just like my predecessors. Maybe I will eventually fall under the claws of the aliens, or be assassinated by a traitor or backstabbed by a colleague, but I have no regrets." Dalon said with a smile.

"My promise still stands. If your life is in danger, you can seek our help. If our assistance is not timely, we will avenge you." Bjorn paused and continued, "Of course, I still hope that you can live longer and serve humanity and the empire well. So, this is how we plan to do it."

"First, I will leave out some non-sensitive content in this record about the stone man, so that you can at least give a decent explanation to the higher-ups. Second, we will make a deal with certain people, using our assistance in exchange for their mercy." Bjorn said.

"Is this really possible?" Dallon said with some surprise. If he could survive, he still wanted to. He had to admit, the Space Wolves had done a great job. Often, things come down to the core and the superficial. Many conflicts stem from superficial conflicts. And many troubles stem from conflicts of interest.

Bjorn's move was both righteous and righteous. On the surface, Dallon had indeed handed over the technology he had found, regardless of whether it was damaged or given to others. At least it was a face-saving measure. Even if someone wanted revenge, they wouldn't have a good excuse. After all, they handed over the seized technology, but you were so suspicious and picky about it. What else could you do in the future?

After the superficial cajoling, the real action came. Bjorn offered compensation on behalf of the Space Wolves. Many things in this world are essentially about exchanging interests and collusion. As long as sincerity is present, most things can be resolved. As for the few that can't be resolved? Just leave it alone...

"We are all fuel for human civilization and empire, and fuelwood must help each other," Bjorn said.