Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Yor rushed out from here, damn it, he was like a wild beast at that time, completely out of control. Another comrade and I wanted to hold him back, but he knocked us down easily. His body began to swell, even crushing the armor. He gradually lost his mind, couldn't distinguish between friend and foe, and walked on all fours. Finally, when we picked up the electric gun and the net gun, he tore open the door and opened the vent and ran out. The positioning system on his belt should still be working. I hope you can bring poor Yor back and heal his soldiers. I feel that he may have been contaminated by some kind of biological weapon or psychic energy of Randan." A Space Wolves warrior said to the Wolf Guards who came to investigate.

"We will bring him back. This is just a conspiracy of the Randan alien. You need to remain silent about this matter now." A wolf guard said seriously.

"I will. After all, this has a great impact on the reputation of the Legion."

"Okay, now, I'll give you five minutes to pack your things, and then later, you will be taken back to Heracfenar. We need to check the environment here, and you also need to undergo necessary physical examinations to determine your physical and mental state." said a wolf priest next to him.

"Okay, I will cooperate." The other party agreed very readily.

"Huh, what do you think?" After his subordinates took Rang away, Rus's personal wolf guard asked the wolf priest next to him, who could be understood as the pharmacist of other legions.

"The combination of Fenrisian genes and gene seeds has led to some special results. It can be said to be a flaw. This problem comes from a certain section of our genes. In fact, this is not the first case we have discovered. Lord Russ has dealt with some of them personally before. However, this time, due to fierce fighting and overly brutal killing, a certain section of the genes in many of our brothers was activated. So the incident is quite serious." said the Wolf Priest.

"So do we have any way to solve this problem?" asked the Wolf Guard.

"needs time."

"Well, then let's move faster and control those poor brothers first." As he said that, the Wolf Guard pulled out a grenade launcher, but this thing was not used to launch ordinary grenades, but to launch stasis ammunition. Thanks to the large scale of the Space Wolves, the Space Wolves had enough stasis positions to temporarily detain these out-of-control comrades.

Generally speaking, werewolf transformation incidents within the base were not serious. Once an incident occurred, it was handled immediately, with information blocked and memories erased. However, issues elsewhere were more serious, especially for those on the battlefield.

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"Bader, my brother, your worries have become reality," Russ said anxiously to Balder. "There seems to be some genetic problem with the Fenrisians. I now understand your concerns. However, I absolutely cannot let my people be tortured like this. You must have a solution, right, my brother?"

"It's not a big deal. If it's just recovery, a specific injection will do." The Traveler had temporarily left the throne, his humanity resurfacing. Even so, his face and demeanor were vastly different from before. Even though they were communicating psychically, separated by a vast distance, Jirus was still aware of this.

"Will this curse spread among my people?" asked Rus.

"There is always the possibility of an outbreak, but the probability is very low, and the injection I developed can effectively curb it and reverse the process. Don't worry, Ruth, this problem will not cause too much impact." Bader said.

"I believe you, but the situation is a bit complicated now. Although Zhuangsen and I have finalized a new plan and the Space Wolves warriors will withdraw from the front line, there are some places where we cannot withdraw just like that. The fighting there is even more bloody and tragic. I'm worried that the werewolf problem will break out on the battlefield, and if the First Legion finds out..." Russ said worriedly.

"Believe me, Russ, Zhuangsen will understand our difficulties. Besides, even if it is exposed, the problem will not be big. Zhuangsen knows how to deal with it, and all you have to do is not to intensify the conflict." Balder sighed in his heart.

The Rus in this dimension is vastly superior to the original Rus, superior in terms of skill, tactics, farming, and personality. After witnessing the World Engine, Rus learned humility. After meeting Balder, Rus learned obedience. With his fiefdom, Rus knew he needed to work hard. However, Balder remained somewhat concerned about Rus, as he could still be impulsive and easily swayed by his emotions.

In reality, this clash between the Space Wolves and the DA wouldn't be too serious. Jonson was more measured than Rus, and he'd kept Rus's secrets. At most, Rus would take a punch. The two legions would then meet for a friendly match. It wouldn't be a major incident, but if something like Prospero were to happen, it wouldn't be so easily resolved. Balder could only hope that when such a situation arose, his clone would be able to enter the real universe...

"Russ, in the future, after we have dealt with the Randan aliens, you will need to take sole control of the legion. Don't touch some things that you don't need to touch. At the same time, you must learn to be the master of your emotions instead of being controlled by them. You also need to use your brain. You are often too easily taken advantage of." Balder said earnestly.

Balder was indeed making plans for the future of the Space Wolves. A key point was the disposition of the forbidden weapons currently in the Wolves' fold. Things like the Dragon Gunship and the Bear Gunship weren't exactly forbidden, but the Cyclone Torpedo barely qualified. The Space Wolves' truly vital weapons lay in the hands of two men: himself, and the Lord of Radiance. While the Lord of Radiance held only a fraction of his assets, the Star Fortress was still a valuable asset.

After defeating Randan, these weapons wouldn't be of much use until the Great Rebellion. After all, there weren't enough powerful aliens to fight with artifacts so precious even in the Golden Age. And handing the use of these things over to Rus? Balder worried that if, one day, Rus chose to blow up Prospero... that would be disastrous. Furthermore, ownership of these things still belonged to the Lord of Radiance. As a high-level AI who had followed humanity since the Golden Age and was still willing to support them, Balder had great respect for him. Judging by his resume, he was a senior, with both merit and hard work. Being capable and loyal, he naturally deserved higher treatment. Therefore, Balder wouldn't let the Lord of Radiance hand over some of these crucial, powerful weapons to Rus.

"Bader, my brother, my father once said that everything has a price to pay. Are you the price we must pay to defeat Randan?" Russ finally spoke. He decided to ask the question that concerned him most.

Chapter 238: Shadow of the Werewolf (6K)

"Haha, someone always has to face difficulties. Your father will also face a more powerful existence than Ran Dan in the future. This is our destiny. On the road to the rise of mankind, everyone will have his own role and his own responsibilities. And this time is also an opportunity for me. We will meet again in the future and fight side by side to face more terrifying existences. Rus, the history of the galaxy is a history of war. We will have many battles to fight in the future." Balder comforted.

The two chatted about other matters and then severed contact. But fate continued to flow. On Shana's battlefield, the werewolves' secrets could not be hidden, at least not from the Dark Angels' gaze. Balder, meanwhile, was considering how to make the Wolf Helix a positive buff and was searching for the right person. Meanwhile, in the labyrinthine underground passages of a hive city, Asjos was playing hide-and-seek with Corswein and the Randan aliens across the way...

At this moment, Corswain and his team were navigating the caverns and tunnels of the Lower Hive. They had set traps and were on high alert, awaiting the arrival of the Randan Legion. The Randan had their reasons for needing to capture this area. Although they had already captured the Upper Hive, the geothermal plasma power station below was still in the hands of the Dark Angels, providing a steady supply of energy to the surrounding Imperial legions. Without control of this area, the Randan-held Upper Hive would be unable to reactivate its shields and weapons, making it a springboard for an attack on the Empire.

The Dark Angels exploited this very fact. In fact, they had already planted a bomb in the geothermal plasma reactor, ready to detonate everything if they could no longer hold their position. Turning the underground into a sea of ​​fire was just basic tactics; the upper hive would also be completely destroyed, leaving only a scorched earth for Randan. As for the Dark Angels defending this place? They had already prepared a retreat, but on the battlefield of peril, everyone, from Knight Commander Ascius to the ordinary Caliban recruits, was prepared to die.

The same was true for Corswain. Although he held Jonson's admiration, that wasn't a reason for him to avoid battle. He was currently leading a mixed force of Calibanite recruits and Terran veterans, searching the underground passages for a defeated force of Randan Bone Eaters. Ascius and the main force of the Knights had recently defeated the enemy, but many of the Randan natives had still managed to escape the ambush. Corswain's task was to eliminate them all.

"These horrible xenos!" After slashing the last Randan Bone-Eater warrior to the ground with his ancient Soul-Devouring Power Sword, Corswain felt faint. He plunged his precious Power Sword into the ground, supporting his trembling body. Inside his Centurion Power Armor, the already overloaded servos began to idle. The armor's exhaust valves opened, releasing the oil and coolant that had been temporarily sprayed on the servos. A moment later, a cloud of white steam filled Corswain's surroundings. Then, the internal system informed Corswain that the power system had returned to normal.

"These guys are truly formidable," said a veteran from Terra, observing the three-meter-tall aliens, clad in a layer of power armor and internal bone plates. "Their physical fitness surpasses that of us modified Space Marines, and they also possess an exoskeleton layered over their own muscles and skin. This honeycomb structure offers excellent resistance to blows, effectively acting as an extra layer of armor. Furthermore, these guys are highly resistant to psychic energy, and our psykers have failed several attempts to penetrate their minds. And their weapons—their shields are essentially standard for elite Bone Eaters, and their weaponry far surpasses that of ordinary Space Marines."

The battle against the Randan aliens had been ongoing for a long time, and the Dark Angels had developed a fairly effective set of tactics through the course of battle and slaughter. Putting aside the godlike clashes between takeout Titans and giant war machines, even in these types of urban combat situations, the Dark Angels' typical tactics were ambushes and the initial charge of numerous battle robots. After consuming the enemy's heavy equipment, the Legionnaires would move in to reap the spoils. After all, trading precious Legionnaires for them was clearly a significant loss.

While the Randan aliens were formidable, possessing a vast array of slave soldiers, they clearly lacked sufficient mid-range combat units. The Mechanicus's maxims of flesh and blood being weak and mechanical ascension seemed somewhat ambiguous. Lacking a large number of combat robots, the Randans could only rely on their precious elite warriors to wear down their opponents. As for why they didn't employ large numbers of slave soldiers, the reason was simple: cannon fodder wouldn't be able to deploy in confined areas and would block offensive avenues. Consequently, the Dark Angels, employing their own tactics, were dragged into their least preferred combat environment by the Randan aliens.

"Area 50 has been cleared, and we will head to Area 51 next door." After taking a breath, Corswein led his troops on the journey again. In his team were Centurion Terminators, Iron Wolf Mechas, and Psykers, as well as a special Mechanicus Guard. It could be said that it was a very comprehensive force, but even so, they had to be cautious in this operation.

Servo-Skulls and Mecha-Fronts spearheaded the advance, followed closely by experienced scouts. Covering forces were deployed on either side of the main force, while Legion Librarians carefully guarded against incoming psychic attacks. Various war machines were intermingled within the ranks. The Mecha-Priests fought tirelessly for the glory of the God of All Machines.

"They're coming! Damn it! They're coming!" Suddenly, a Dark Angels Librarian shouted. Reminded, Corswain waved his hand, and his subordinates flicked a switch. An invisible field enveloped the entire formation. Seconds later, a terrifying psychic scream surged forward, colliding violently with the field shield! A brilliant aurora-like color filled the air before them. But the Dark Angels remained unmoved. They gripped their weapons tightly and quickly established defenses, relying on the terrain nearby.

The Dark Angels had no idea how the Randan aliens in the distance could approach so silently. Perhaps it was some kind of psychic technology, perhaps some dark creation, but none of that mattered, because they had seen too much of it. The hastily erected psychic shield only blocked the opponent's first round of mental attacks, and the subsequent attacks would continue!

"Keep an eye on the oil man!" Corswein commanded, observing the blurry figures cloaked in darkness. A moment later, the enemy's first attack began. Shrouded in shadow, the heavily armed Randan warriors launched their assault. Most of the Legion's common detection methods were unable to penetrate the fog. Blindly firing would only waste ammunition and expose the enemy. The Dark Angels had suffered this loss in the past, but not now!

"Broken Claw Squad, clear them out! Iron Wolves and Battle Robots, move forward!" Corswein commanded. With the help of the Think Tank, the Broken Claw Order used ancient artifacts to clear the psychic fog. The advancing Iron Wolves and Battle Robots blocked the incoming Randan warriors. At close range, the Randan warriors, without cover, engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the Dark Angels. Various beams and energy shells filled each other's space, instantly reducing the foremost Castellan robots to a twisted mass of slag. The Iron Wolves, aided by their shields, barely managed to block the initial blow. Then, full force, a destructive storm of tumbling missiles and laser beams instantly engulfed their target.

Neither side retreated. After exchanging the initial blows, melee combat became inevitable. The Iron Wolf mechs' spears, stand swords, and thunder hammers clashed with the Randan alien's bizarre polearms, their disintegrating stand devouring any targets they encountered. Meanwhile, deep within the Dark Angels' lines, the battle also began. Accompanied by beams of teleportation, a Brain Eater and several Bone Eater warriors appeared among the Dark Angels' formations. Their target wasn't the heavily armored, experienced Astartes, but the Tech-Priests at the rear. Seeing their actions, Corswain let a hint of sarcasm play on his face. Everything they did was part of his plan!

After the first psychic spell unleashed by the Brain Eater was shattered by the combined efforts of the opposing Librarians, an Extinction Relic roared towards the terrifying xenos. Before the xenos could unleash their teleportation spell, the Extinction Relic drew them into brutal and bloody melee combat. Nearby, Centurion Terminators equipped with specialized ammunition blanketed their targets with intense firepower. The entire battle seemed to be proceeding according to Corsvain's plan. However, when a dazzling beam of light flashed in the distance, followed by a dark green energy ball that exploded amidst the Dark Angels' formation, reducing swarms of Astartes and Randan xenos to ash, Corsvain realized the tide of battle had turned.

"Send the Hurricane Claws up there and destroy the heavy weapons in the distance!" Corswain couldn't figure out how the enemy had deployed such a heavy war machine here, but he knew that if they couldn't destroy it quickly, all the Dark Angels would be wiped out. In this situation, even if the enemy set up an advanced attack, the Dark Angels had to move forward bravely!

The battle entered a frustrating phase for both sides. Corswain was fighting within his own territory, while the enemy possessed powerful long-range firepower. A stalemate ensued. Corswain attempted to destroy the enemy's heavy weaponry, but his efforts were unsuccessful. The Randan Legion, facing the Dark Angels, who had already established their defenses, similarly faced limited options. They could only deploy more troops, bringing their reserves into the fray. Meanwhile, behind the Randan Legion, a massive figure stared down the Randan alien before them. He was tall, slightly stooped, and moved swiftly and silently. He seemed enveloped by a supernatural power. His left eye shone with ferocity and bloodlust, while his right gleamed with wisdom and calculation.

Tort Bloodhowl suppressed the urge to charge forward and fight. He had become a furry monster, no longer the respected legion captain he once was. He didn't know why he had become like this. His last memory was of a brutal, bloody battle in which the Randan aliens, seemingly using some terrifying weapon, easily dispatched his comrades. Driven by bloodlust and madness, Tort Bloodhowl lost his last shred of rationality. He didn't know what he had done, but when he regained consciousness, he found himself transformed into his current form: a four-meter-tall monster, resembling a standing Fenrisian wolf. (In the background, the werewolf captain of the Wolf Pack stood twelve feet tall after transforming into a werewolf. T4S12I6)

The urge to kill and bloodlust assaulted his mind like the icy sea of ​​Fenris. Just as he was about to collapse, about to transform completely into a monster, Tort Bloodhowl saw a bean-sized pale blue flame in his mind. When he focused his attention on this flame, he was able to maintain his sanity. To his surprise, when he remained calm, Tort's perception became stronger and his movements more agile! He also seemed to have awakened the unique powers of the Rune Priests.

"Huh... I need to stay calm." Tort adjusted himself, trying to calm himself down. At this moment, in the ever-changing sky above, the Traveler was looking down at the Legionnaire, plucking the threads of his fate, weaving his future.

The traveler was quite pleased with him, as he didn't seem too anxious or agitated after regaining his composure, seemingly quickly accepting his transformation into a monster. Simply put, he had a positive attitude. He was also a very capable warrior, as he quickly remembered his mission: to continue fighting the Randan Alien to the bitter end as a warrior!

Of course, what pleased the Traveler most was Tort's wisdom. It's fair to say the Traveler's impression and transformation of the Space Wolves were profound. The Traveler's innate skills and knowledge also influenced the Space Wolves' warriors. For example, the Space Wolf Captain, now a werewolf, had his original Power Armor shredded by his bloated form. Upon regaining consciousness, Tort, relying on his memories, found a weapons depot and removed numerous spare parts. Using these tools and parts, Tort fashioned a suit of armor from the armor plating of an Iron Wolf mech. In his left hand, he wielded an Iron Wolf plasma cannon, in his right, an Iron Wolf power axe. These massive weapons, originally meant for Iron Wolves, were perfectly suited to this behemoth's wielding. He also affixed a large number of plasma and melta bombs, among other weapons, to his body, transforming himself into a "battle mech."

The Traveler, delighted, quietly gifted him with psychic powers. Unlike those of the Thousand Sons wizards, this psychic gift was more akin to the shadow walk mastered by some of the Raven Guard. They could simply "flee into darkness" if they so desired. And Tort, relying on this gift, was able to follow the Randan alien at a close distance, undetected.

Now, Tort hesitated, realizing that it was the Dark Angels, not the Space Wolves, who were engaging the Randan aliens. If, after the battle, those wary and scrutinizing creatures discovered him, how would they treat him? Perhaps he'd be lucky if they didn't immediately draw their weapons and shoot him?

"Besides, if I appear in front of outsiders in this manner, how will they view my legion?" As a captain, Tort had never slaughtered all mutants, aliens or anything else.

"It seems rational not to engage in combat. But it would be a sin not to fight for the Primarch and the Imperium..." Tort fell into deep thought. After a while, he finally decided to fulfill his duty and mission as a Legionnaire - to embrace the glory of battle!

At this moment, he had another opportunity. Corswein personally led a new wave of attacks. The number of Randan aliens guarding the heavy artillery was further reduced! His chance had come!

"I can do it, I can jump over it, Great Traveler, Walker of Time and Reality, bless me." Tort called out to the name from the unknown. Then, like a Terminator power armor activated by teleportation, Tort disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was only a few dozen meters away from a Randan Brain Eater guarding the artillery!

Seeing the octopus's surprised and horrified gaze, Tort moved. Before the other side could react, he aimed his massive plasma cannon at its target, unleashing a scorching ball of light. Then, a ball of plasma fire exploded before him. Amidst the flames, a blurry figure stumbled to the side and fled. Tort ran up with a speed unmatched by even a Space Marine, swinging his battle axe at the shattered Brain Eater. Randan commanders of this caliber often possessed some unusual life-saving devices. A single plasma cannon shot could take out a tank, but it couldn't take out a defenseless Brain Eater!

In the current situation, the most efficient way is to rush forward and resolve the situation with melee combat when the opponent is unable to cast spells.

After the enemy's shield, propped up by instantaneous psychic energy, shattered, Tort dispatched them with a clean, decisive blow with his battle axe. Then, like a whirlwind of slaughter, Tort charged at the distant Bone Eaters. The three-meter-tall Bone Eaters and their weapons were a formidable opponent to the truly behemoths. Tort's two layers of Iron Wolf armor were more than enough to withstand most attacks. Amidst the roar of power axes and plasma cannons, several Bone Eaters were swiftly slain. More and more Randan xenos began to retreat from the front lines to protect their precious war machines.

Tort seemed to be on the verge of failure, but from somewhere, a voice told him to leave quickly! He didn't understand why, but then, when he saw the teleportation light appearing not far away, he understood: the Dark Angels had arrived! And they were all elite! After all, who among the NB people walked on their legs?

Tort's guess was correct. A furious Corswain personally led the teleportation. Originally, his troops couldn't teleport in, but Tort's defeat of a crucial Brain Eater, breaking the enemy's psychic shield, created this fleeting opportunity. As for why Tort was able to teleport in? After all, he had the help of a powerful figure behind him.

"What is that?" Perhaps due to the location of the teleportation, Corswein's first sight was the massive war machine, and then the werewolf-like Tort! Tort was currently battling the Bone Eaters, but his heightened perception also made him aware of the scrutiny and gazes of his comrades!

"Time to go!" This was Tort's first thought. But it was already too late. After successfully teleporting with the Iron Wolf and Centurion Terminator, Corswein immediately destroyed the giant cannon and turned his attention to the "unknown friendly forces."

"Dorothea, the command here is now yours." Koswein looked at his Terran companion beside him, then rushed towards Tort, who was retreating in the distance.

Corswain confirmed that this tall figure, nearly the height of an Iron Wolf mech, was holding standard Space Wolves equipment, and his combat habits and methods were very similar. However, Corswain's appearance alone made him less than a mutant.

After chasing for ten minutes, Corswin fell silent as he watched the figure disappear in a flash of light. He was certain that this was not a teleportation by technological creations like the Terminator or the Iron Wolf mecha, but rather a teleportation by psychic energy.

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"We seem to have seen someone's little secret." After the battle, the deputy from Terra said to Corswayn. "We need to report to the Primarch."

"It should be reported." Corswein nodded, then changed the subject and issued an order that surprised Dorothea. "Except for the necessary evidence, everything else must be immediately eliminated! No one within the army can spread what we saw today! I must see the Knight Commander immediately."

"This..." Dorothea's face was filled with confusion. In reality, even with Tort's extreme caution, his origins couldn't be hidden from these Terran veterans of the Dark Angels. Lost hair, bloodstains, and other tissue could easily lead the Dark Angels to clues. Hiding it was impossible, and of course, if the Dark Angels cooperated, the news wouldn't leak either. And it was clear that Corswain believed that matters like these, concerning the relations between the Legions, must be decided by Jonson. His only responsibility was to avoid exaggeration and maintain the secret until the Primarch gave the order!

"We are friendly forces," said Coswain.

"Yes, we are friendly forces..."

"This poor Space Wolf warrior may have been harmed by Randan's genetic weapons or some other dark technology." Koswain continued.

"This matter is beyond our authority. The other party is still rational and is our comrade who helped us fight. There are too many issues behind this. It is not something we can decide, right? Moreover, I reported it to my superior commander and the Primarch. My approach is reasonable." said Coswain.

Chapter 239 Zhuang Sen's Disposal

"But there's no need for us to deliberately destroy evidence," Dolot said.

"If too much evidence leaks out, it'll be a problem," Corswain said, shaking his head. This unit includes both the Dark Angels and the Mechanicus. Thinking of this, Corswain looked towards the Mechanicus members, isolated in the distance. His eyes were filled with pity. After all, according to some Dark Angels custom, if there were any "problems" within their legion, brainwashing all those who knew about it but were distrusted would be the least punishment! In a sense, Corswain was also saving these people. After all, with the legion's might, clearing out a few "things" was no big deal!

"My lord, Master Asjos has summoned you and asked you to go to the command center immediately." At this moment, a servant interrupted their conversation.

"Okay, tell Master Asjos that I will go there immediately." Then, Coswayn looked at Dorothea and said, "Follow my orders, that's it!"

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"Obviously, we have encountered something more difficult than facing the enemy. This time the problem concerns our comrades. We don't know the direct cause yet, but this level of mutation is not allowed by the Empire." As Asjos said, he handed a document to Koswein who had just arrived.

The onset of lycanthropy was sudden. Tort was a fortunate individual, his natural talents and abilities, along with the care of the Traveler, had allowed him to survive to this day. However, most Space Wolves cursed by the Wolfspiral were not so fortunate. Their transformation was abrupt, and on the brutal battlefield, even the slightest distraction could lead to their downfall, let alone these maddened werewolves. Consequently, the vast majority of werewolves met their end the moment they went mad, slain by the Randan xenos, or even captured and abducted. The remains of limbs and blood would undoubtedly be discovered, and it was clear that Ascios, as the commander here, had uncovered more clues than Corswein.

"Your words are a bit arbitrary. We don't know the truth behind this matter. It is unreasonable to directly blame friendly forces for mutation." Coswain put down the data tablet and said.

"The legion's pharmacists have conducted a preliminary analysis and it seems to be due to some kind of internal mutation," said Asjos.

"So we will tell the Primarch all this," said Corswain.

"That's not enough. I think we should tell our subordinates to be careful of this kind of..." said Asjos.

"Master, (Asjos is the Master of the Ninth Knights), I also encountered this kind of monster, but he behaved rationally and even helped us solve our problems. Of course, perhaps I was lucky and didn't encounter anything worse, but directly amplifying this information will lead to unpredictable consequences. We all know that similar things have happened to many legions. Not all gene-seed is flawless, and not everyone is suitable for gene-seed implantation. When it comes to the relationship between legions, especially such a serious accusation, only the Primarch or even the Emperor can make a decision. Until then, we must remain silent."

"Necessary precautions are acceptable, but directing information directly at former friendly forces is inappropriate. Furthermore, we must not allow this information to spread on a large scale."

"And judging from our current situation, the probability of us encountering living werewolves is already very low. Before our shift change, there were 300 Space Wolves here. When we changed guard, it was confirmed that 220 people had been sacrificed, more than 40 people had been evacuated, and the rest were missing. Adding to that the bodies we found that were so badly damaged that they could not be identified, as well as the dead who left no bodies, I think there may be less than a handful of living werewolves. And at least one of them has retained his sanity. He still hasn't forgotten his duties and mission." Koswain said seriously.

"Very well, let's leave it to the Primarch," Ascius said after a moment's silence. Although he instinctively resented this mutation, he also knew what was important. After all, among the Dark Angels, there were many things that could not be made public. As someone who guarded forbidden knowledge and secrets, Ascius understood the Space Wolves' situation. He was certain they knew about this matter as well. The decision on how to handle this matter was for the Primarch alone.

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"Urian, are there any unusual issues with the Space Wolves currently cooperating with the various Knights and Orders?" Jonson asked after reading the joint message from Ascios and Corsween. However, Jonson, well-versed in confidentiality, did not share this information with the others in the room.

"They are very capable pilots, technicians and tactical masters. Perhaps Space Wolves is not suitable for their wild name. They are good at technology and long-range combat, but not so good at close combat. We have a pleasant cooperation." Urian said.

"Are any of them showing any mental or physical abnormalities?" Zhuang Sen frowned and continued to ask.

"No, what I can be sure of is that nothing abnormal has happened to the personnel accompanying the various troops in the battle so far." Urian said after carefully recalling the battle reports from all sides.

"Pay attention to their mental state. They operate expensive war machines, which are related to the safety of our personnel. If there is any abnormality, we can send them back to the Space Wolves Legion. If their mental state or reaction is a little abnormal, just control them." After touching his chin, Zhuang Sen gave an order that confused his men.

"As you command, my lord." Urian nodded. Then, Jonson stood up and temporarily left the command post, heading for the adjacent lounge. Here, he needed to carefully consider how to handle this matter. Rus had never spoken to him about this matter, and Jonson had no plans to discuss it with Rusty right now. After all, they were still comrades, facing the enemy together. However, after this battle, there were some things that needed to be explained.

"It's just a small matter." A playful smile crossed Jonson's face. He was remembering something else: before his father's departure, the Emperor had hinted to Jonson to be more tolerant of his brothers and his offspring. Jonson now thought that his father must have known about this, and that the so-called tolerance might have been referring to the "minor" flaw of being a werewolf.

From the information gathered so far, the rate of lycanthropy was extremely low, and most of it occurred on the front lines. After experiencing the desperate and bloody battles, some Space Wolves might have broken down, succumbing to their murderous and bloodthirsty natures. For Jonson, this wasn't a big deal. It was just a minor genetic flaw. His father knew about it, and he had no intention of asking him to address it, so he simply ignored it. Of course, Jonson had no intention of allowing his knights to fall victim to such "friendly fire," so he warned Urian to monitor the enemy's mental state and, if he saw any signs, to send them away immediately. If anything did go wrong, the DA's capabilities would be sufficient to contain it.

"By the way, give Asjos another order and tell them to keep the secret. Coswain has done a lot and can prioritize, which is very good." The Lion King was becoming more and more satisfied with his servant.

"Hmm?" Just as he was about to send a message, suddenly, his intuition reminded him that he seemed to have forgotten something. Zhuang Sen subconsciously looked at the data board beside him, carefully recalling whether he had forgotten anything.

He then picked up the datapad and opened a video that Corsween had attached. This video was a video of a werewolf battle captured by Corsween's power armor camera. It recorded the battle between Thort Bloodmaw and Bone Eater, as well as the final footage of them leaving the battlefield.

"?!" The Lion King frowned after browsing through it, then he slowed down the playback speed and watched the battle scene carefully. Nothing that Coswain had not noticed or seen escaped the Lion King's eyes. After watching it, the Lion King couldn't help but marvel at it, because even compared with the fierce men in the DA Legion, this guy was still quite fierce!

"Judging from the battle videos, this lucky guy possesses a fully developed sanity, and his physical strength, speed, and intensity have all been greatly enhanced, along with his psychic powers, which he uses almost subconsciously." Zhuang Sen fell into deep thought. He vaguely realized that if this mutation was controllable, or could be stimulated, then it wasn't a flaw, but a form of evolution!

"Interesting. Let's see about it in the future." Zhuang Sen put the matter aside for the time being and returned to the war. The current situation seemed a little strange to him. Although the offensive of the Randan aliens was still fierce, Zhuang Sen vaguely felt that the other side seemed a little absent-minded, or wanted to retreat, because the war moon with unimaginable psychic power seemed to no longer project its terrifying mental control and suppression psychic power onto the battlefield recently.

His lion's instincts told him that the enemy seemed to have given up fighting. The Battle of Shana might soon be over, allowing him and his Legion to claim a modest victory. The two sides engaged in a long and fierce battle on the Shana Forge World. Aside from the destruction of the third War Moon, the Dark Angels' performance seemed somewhat lackluster to Jonson. They merely held their ground and attrited their opponents, but they failed to deliver a decisive blow that would have destroyed the foundations of the Randan Legion. And if judged by an outsider, the First Legion's victory would be even more insignificant. While the other Legions advanced with flying colors, the First Legion, the foremost among them, merely "held the line," a truly unremarkable achievement. Perhaps even this so-called "holding" simply meant the enemy, for some reason, was no longer willing to fight...

"After this battle, what should I do? Why did the Randan aliens give up attacking Shana? What is their purpose?" Zhuang Sen fell into deep thought. Clearly, Zhuang Sen realized that his own army's strength was insufficient to face the Randan aliens. However, finding a good enough ally was not easy for Zhuang Sen.

"Russ is actually quite good." At this moment, Jonson thought of his brother again. Although the two sides were somewhat incompatible, in this war, Russ was willing to cooperate with Jonson. Thinking of his other brothers, such as Ferrus and Horus, Jonson couldn't help but shake his head.

While Jonson considered the future of the war and put the werewolf issue aside, Russ was doing the opposite. In his communication with Balder, Russ had confirmed that the Randan Legion would soon withdraw. Of course, Balder didn't tell Russ the underlying reason: his arrival and that of the Endless Journey had forced the Empire to make its choice. And the Randan Overlord would triumph on another battlefield.

But based on Rus's trust in Balder, Rus didn't dwell on the specific truth. When the pressure on his own legion on the battlefield was reduced, Rus began to think about the werewolf curse.

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"Is everything settled?" Russ asked Holmi Longgang.

"We've already screened the Legion, and the numbers are very low. We've already contained these poor companions and are awaiting the arrival of the Supreme Lord Commander," Homiel Longgang said, bowing. "But the most crucial issue right now is that we still have a large number of brothers scattered across the battlefield. If they were discovered to have mutated, the situation would be dire. Furthermore, I suspect the Dark Angels have already learned something."

"Try to rescue our brothers," Russ said after a moment's hesitation. He couldn't be sure of Jonson's attitude, let alone ask him directly, but he had a vague feeling that the other party seemed to know something. In this sudden incident, Jonson remained silent, and Russ couldn't say it clearly. So, both Primarchs realized that the other party knew something, but subconsciously believed that the best way was for everyone to keep it a secret. As for how to deal with this matter in the future, Russ decided to wait until Balder arrived. In the previous communication, Balder had told Rus that this matter was not a big deal and that he should deal with the battle at hand first.

"Sir, according to the predictions of our rune priests, many of our comrades and cursed comrades have been captured, and they seem to be imprisoned in a fortress." Homir Longgang said.

"Don't worry, when the Randan aliens retreat, we will capture this fortress as soon as possible. We will either save our brothers or give them a decent ending." Russ said with a sigh.

Yet, fate can sometimes be unpredictable. Perhaps Russ, Primarch of the Space Wolves, sometimes acts at odds with Balder's will. There's a reason why the Space Wolves make their own decisions in certain situations, because their Primarch was also a man of his own. Certain events in the long river of fate are unavoidable, and so is the conflict between the lion and the wolf.