Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Haha, El'Jonson of Caliban, your sword is no sharper than mine, and your proud experience doesn't make you any better than me." Russ stepped forward, brandishing his longsword. "On the contrary, my longsword is more powerful than your lion sword. Look at your sword, it's already full of gaps." The Kraken's Bite on this plane was enchanted by Balder, so it was naturally stronger.

"Huh... Your ally has taken you to a level you don't belong to," said Jonson, looking at the Lion Sword in his hand. As a swordsman, Jonson practically became one with his weapon during battle. He could feel everything about the Lion Sword, including the whine it emitted after each collision with the Kraken's Bite. Therefore, Jonson handled the weapon with caution.

"Haha, you're finally right about one thing." Russ grinned, his sharp canines flashing coldly. Having finally vented his anger, Russ seemed to have regained his composure. He suddenly realized that he was in trouble, and his actions had complicated a matter that could have been resolved through negotiation.

"It seems that I will cause trouble for Balder again." Rus didn't know why he suddenly had this feeling in his heart. However, what surprised him even more was that this feeling became stronger and stronger, as if his ally would come here soon.

"What are you doing, Savage King of Fenris? Distracting yourself at this moment is not a wise choice." A hint of sarcasm crossed Jonson's lips. A moment later, however, the Primarch's superhuman perception made him aware of the approach of an indescribable being! For the first time, Jonson felt his perception was so absurd. After all, he couldn't understand what kind of being could cross the void and directly reach him. This wasn't teleportation technology, nor was it ordinary psychic teleportation. Instead, the other party had arrived here using some method he couldn't understand or comprehend.

"He's coming!" Zhuang Sen clenched his sword, instinctively choosing defense. He had no idea who was coming, but his intuition told him that the presence before him would be terrifying. Meanwhile, Russ's hesitation turned to surprise. He was now certain that his ally had arrived!

A light blue door with various symbolic patterns carved on it appeared in front of the two men. Zhuang Sen subconsciously wanted to summon his guards, but he was surprised to find that the signal generator that could handle almost any situation had an accident this time. After the signal was sent, there was no response from outside.

As the blue gate opened, Balder, or it would be more appropriate to call him Traveler at this time, stepped through the gate and appeared in the hangar of the Randan Fortress. When he appeared, the entire hangar was filled with light blue light.

"This..." When he saw Balder, the joy on Rus's face froze immediately. He could feel that the person in front of him should be his ally, but when he saw him, he was a little afraid to recognize him. The Balder in front of him was almost impossible to look directly at. When Rus looked at him, it was like a mortal looking at a shining star. Balder in the distance was mysterious and powerful, giving people an elusive and unpredictable feeling.

"Rus, be careful! He is not a human! He is definitely not a human!" Zhuangsen warned loudly, holding the lion sword firmly in his hands. Under the influence of strong emotions, Zhuangsen suddenly felt as if he had awakened something. A silver-white energy flowed out from his hands and gradually wrapped around the whole body of the lion sword. The silver-white spiritual energy rose up, and Zhuangsen pointed the sword in his hand at the traveler in the distance.

"Get out! Alien, this is not the place for you!" Zhuang Sen roared.

"Haha." The Traveler chuckled. His gaze swept across the two Primarchs, and then, a vast amount of memory was transferred to them. The Traveler selectively shared what information he could with them. At the Traveler's level, if someone still used words to explain complex matters, it could only be done to show respect for someone of his own rank.

"This..." The flood of information wasn't overwhelming for the Primarchs. However, the content was almost unacceptable. After all, as Primarchs, they were accustomed to being looked up to and admired by others. Now, someone suddenly told them that there were countless outstanding individuals in human history who were no less capable than the Primarchs, some of whom even reached a level beyond their comprehension. This was truly frustrating and shocking to these two "children" who had just begun their journey and had only just seen the galaxy.

"Primarch of the First Legion, Knight-King El'Jonson of Caliban, Russ was a bit rash earlier, and indeed, his departure from the battlefield was somewhat inappropriate. I will compensate you, and I apologize," the Traveler said sincerely. The Traveler still respected El'Jonson. Although El'Jonson's actions were sometimes not ideal, he was absolutely loyal to Humanity and the Imperium. He and his Legion undertook almost all of the most arduous missions in the Great Crusade. The Dark Angels were not as revered and praised by the Imperium as the Sons of Horus, nor did they possess the brilliance of the Blood Angels, but they were undoubtedly the Emperor's most reliable Legion, his last resort. And their actions were worthy of this honor and expectation.

"So, what caused you to abandon your former disguise and appear before us in this guise?" Jonson looked at the Traveler with a complex expression. In reality, he already believed the Traveler's words. After all, with the power displayed by the Traveler, if they attempted to harm them, neither he nor Russ would be able to defeat them. Jonson had previously had limited contact with the Supreme Mastermind, Death Moon, in the spiritual realm. The pressure from the Mastermind had left him feeling overwhelmed, and he quickly retreated. However, when he faced the Traveler, he realized the pressure from the Supreme Mastermind was nothing more than a gentle breeze. The powerful mental force that had caused Jonson to retreat was nothing more than a breeze against the Traveler's face.

"Everyone has a mission, and when the time comes to fulfill it, we must bravely step forward, fearless, to embrace our destiny and mission! And now, with the appearance of the Randan aliens, my happy life is coming to an end. Russ, thank you for letting me experience the long-lost friendship and beauty of humanity," the Traveler said. "The so-called Supreme Mastermind isn't the Randan aliens' most terrifying existence. The indescribable Randan Overlord, hidden deep within the Randan Empire, is the Randan aliens' confidence and faith in unifying the galaxy. Clearly, this being is no Primarch, at least not one you can currently handle. And now, your father and I need to take action," the Traveler said.

"Very good, I will cooperate with you, my..." Rus paused. Obviously, it seemed a bit presumptuous to call Balder his brother at this time.

"If you two wish, you can continue to call me Balder. I am still the same person I used to be." The traveler said with a smile.

"Randan Overlord?" Zhuang Sen looked at the traveler with scrutiny. "I've seen some ancient Terran myths and records. These beings possessing extraordinary powers seem to have a name. Could we use this term to describe you, sir?"

"Are you talking about the term 'god'?" the traveler said with a smile.

"For previous humans, gods are actually more of a religious concept. They are an anthropomorphic fantasy of inexplicable existence in the early days of civilization. It is a way to find spiritual comfort. Of course, it is also a structure of power. As for me and your father, we prefer to call ourselves beings beyond the norm. The same is true for the Lord of Randan. The same is true for the so-called gods of the Eldar. And even more so for some of the more terrifying evils in the warp." said the traveler.

"An existence beyond the standard? So, everything else, whether it is the crystallization of ancient human civilization or us, is actually within the standard?" Zhuang Sen said.

"Some things require time to experience, to think with your own mind, and to understand with experience and memory. Zhuangsen, if the Emperor and I can successfully prevent this disaster, then you still have time to grow." said the traveler.

"Randan Alien?" Zhuang Sen asked.

"I am responsible for the Randan aliens, and in the future, the Emperor will face his own challenges. If you have more questions, you can ask the Emperor, and He will tell you some things that He can tell you. Don't blame us for hiding something, it's because this galaxy and the truth are too dark." The traveler sighed and said.

“I appreciate your advice.” Zhuang Sen put away the sword in his hand and prepared to put it back into the scabbard.

"Alas..." The traveler looked at the nearly broken longsword and stretched out his hand. A light blue light enveloped the sword. A moment later, the sword was intact! Then he could clearly see the traces of fighting on Zhuangsen's body.

"This..." Jonson couldn't hide his shock. After all, this ability seemed terrifying to him. He'd heard the Emperor could use words to restore a severely injured Knight Titan to health, and now, this man's methods were no less impressive.

"Thank you." Looking at the weapon that was as perfect as before and even "enchanted", Zhuang Sen said solemnly.

"Okay, can you give Rus and me some space and time?" The traveler looked at Zhuang Sen and said with a smile.

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"Russ, you seem to have a lot of questions to ask me?" The traveler looked at Russ.

"Yes, I have many questions for you, but I trust you. When the time comes for me to know, you will tell me." Russ said with a bit of embarrassment as he looked at the devastated body after the fight between the two Primarchs. "Have I gotten myself into trouble again? This matter is obviously easy to resolve. I was impulsive again. I always lose control of myself. Jonson is right. You have brought me to a level that does not belong to me."

"This was a minor inconvenience, but if we don't learn from this experience, the future will be disastrous," the traveler said earnestly. "Russ, I've told you many times not to let your emotions sway you. You can't control your emotions, letting your rage destroy everything, or you might indulge in something because of your own preferences. You need to think for yourself and make your own decisions. We will win the Battle of Randan, but I can't always be with you."

"Will you be in danger?" Russ' heart tightened when he heard the traveler's words. "If you need me..."

"If we're lucky, this separation between us is just temporary. In the future, we will have to face the unspeakable horror together. Russ, you have to grow up," said the traveler.

"I understand. I will try my best, Bader. Believe me, I will do it well." Rus said.

"Okay, go gather your legion, and then the legion you command will get a period of rest. I have to go back too. Obviously, my current condition is not suitable to meet Ghana Ganshilt and others." said the traveler.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Ruth nodded and said, "Then next time we meet, will you still be like today?"

"Why? Do you feel that the original method is more suitable for cleaning?" The traveler said with a smile.

"Yes, you used to make people feel trustworthy and friendly. But now you make people feel unattainable and absolutely calm." Russ hadn't finished speaking yet, that is, what his brother said was right, Balder at this time was no longer a human being.

"Okay, I'll pay attention," the traveler said. The next time, it might be an avatar that comes to see Russ. A avatar is enough to retain the traveler's humanity. That's better for everyone.

"Well, goodbye, Rus." After saying that, the traveler opened the door again and left, leaving Rus feeling lost.

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At this time, Zhuangsen had already returned to the flagship with his offspring, and the first thing he did when he returned to the flagship was to contact his father.

"Father, I'm sorry to bother you," Zhuang Sen said, bowing his head. "I have a question, a very important one."

"I know what the problem is. You have seen Him, right?" the Emperor said with a smile.

"Yes, it's an existence that shocked me greatly. It can even be said to have overturned my cognition." Zhuang Sen said with a complicated expression.

"Do you want to know more?" The emperor leaned forward and looked at his eldest son.

"Me, can I?" Zhuang Sen was stunned, then he suddenly looked up, and while looking at the emperor, his eyes were full of certain expectations, curiosity, and also satisfaction that his father valued him.

"Of course, my loyal knight, but there are some things that you should not tell outsiders." The emperor said with a smile.

"I swear on my honor and duty that I will not tell anyone, not even Luther." Zhuangsen stood up and said solemnly.

"He should be considered an echo of the old times. You know, humans are a very complex and great race. Among them can be born outstanding figures such as me and the Sigillite. And Balder is one of them. The Sigillite and I are immortals, but Balder is more special. He is a reincarnator and can be reincarnated in endless cycles. It's just that this time, he was reincarnated in Fenris. There used to be many reincarnators, but now, he is the only one I know of." said the Emperor.

"This..." Zhuang Sen was shocked. It was the first time he heard the term reincarnator.

"Will he remember what he's been through?" asked Jonson.

"Mostly. Even if he could reincarnate repeatedly, he would still forget some things," the Emperor said. This time, the Emperor told Jonson part of the truth. The reason was simple: during the Battle of Randan, the Dark Angels were the backbone of the Imperial Legion, and Jonson had to cooperate with the Traveler's actions, so he had to let Jonson know certain things. Another reason was that the Lion was too sensitive, and when the two met, some things would be difficult to hide from him. Of course, as for matters related to the Apotheosis, Jonson did not need to know. Or rather, now was not the time.

Chapter 243 The Emperor’s Explanation and Subsequent Processing (7K)

"What is your relationship with him?"

"A friend, I suppose. He now works for both humanity and the Empire," the Emperor said with a smile. This was true. Ever since the Emperor handed over the power of the Webway to the Traveler, the two sides had indeed been friends, and the Traveler now worked for both humanity and the Empire.

"I feel like his style is quite different from the Sigillite's," Zhuang Sen said with a twitch of his face. Considering Malcador's style, and then looking at this one...

"Then why did the Seal Master accept him as his disciple? And why did you agree?"

"It's very simple. When the Seal Master first met him, this guy had not yet fully recovered from his reincarnation. Later, he felt that the identity of the Seal Master's disciple was quite good and useful, so that's how it happened." The emperor said with a smile.

"This... is difficult to understand. Shouldn't such a being be imbued with the majesty, wisdom, and courage of a king?" Jonson said. Balder's actions seemed too arbitrary, tainted by personal likes and dislikes, lacking dignity and solemnity.

"Haha, guess what I was doing back then? I also experienced a long period of leisure," the Emperor teased. "As for Malcador, he is still young, very young compared to us." The Emperor's eyes were filled with laughter and memories of the past.

"When a being is powerful enough and has experienced a lot, some honor, disgrace and power become less important, or in other words, they become open-minded. Of course, if such a being gets angry, the consequences will be serious." said the Emperor.

"So what about this war against the Randan aliens?" Zhuang Sen said.

"Among the Randan aliens, there are beings of the same level as us. Their power is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Facing such an opponent, even I cannot guarantee the safety of all my descendants. A certain legion that is fighting against the Randan aliens has been corrupted. One of your brothers succumbed to the will of the Randan master and accepted his dark gift. This brother is finished and has embarked on a path of no return. His legion must also be removed. Zhuangsen, this is a shame for mankind. We can tolerate defeat, but we cannot tolerate betrayal." Beneath the emperor's words, as sonorous and powerful as steel, were endless anger and regret.

"So, my father, do you need me to deal with this traitor? I will do it without hesitation," said Zhuangsen.

"Yes, I need you to solve this problem. You and Perturabo, you go together, Perturabo will cooperate with you. Destroy all traces of the existence of this legion. The Traveler and I will solve the problem of the Dark Lord, that's it." said the Emperor.

"Okay, I'll prepare it right away," Zhuang Sen said. Actually, Zhuang Sen still had a question: why did he let a newly returned brother go with him instead of those more experienced brothers?

"I understand your doubts, Jonson," the Emperor said with a smile. "You should be well aware that your brothers are all very capable, and therefore very conceited."

"I see." Jonson paused for a moment, then nodded. Clearly, the Emperor understood that some capable brothers might not obey him, like Ferrus and Horus. As for Guilliman, he was also ambitious. In that moment, Jonson suddenly felt that Russ wasn't such a bad guy after all! He was obedient most of the time.

Originally, when he just returned to the Legion, Lion was actually dismissive of the idea of ​​forming a group. After all, the First Legion was large and powerful. The combined strength of Ferrus's Tenth Legion and Clarks' Nineteenth Legion was not as good as that of the First Legion, and they were even worse in terms of combat effectiveness.

But now, after Zhuang Sen and Ran Dan had fought, he realized that the First Legion was not that strong. Zhuang Sen finally understood that a hero needs three people to help him. However, looking around, it seemed that the right brothers had been taken away?

Primarchs are divided into different ranks. This is determined by their own abilities, while also by the strength of their Legions. Currently, Ferrus and Horus are undoubtedly the most powerful and confident. The Iron Hands Legion was already renowned even before the Primarch's return. Even the Dark Angels' most accomplished Terran commander would have to praise Ducain's abilities, let alone now that Ferrus has returned. Horus, needless to say, was the first of his scions to return, and the Luna Wolves are also renowned. Ferrus is followed by Klax, while Horus brings Fulgrim and the Khan. It's also said that the newly returned Primarch of the Dusk Raiders, Mortarion, seems to have a close relationship with Horus.

Ferrus may seem weaker, but in reality, Ferrus has a very good relationship with both Horus and Guilliman. Although there is no obvious master-servant relationship between them like the one between Klaxons, Ferrus' influence is no less than that of Horus.

Then, there are some Primarchs and Legions who go it alone for various reasons, such as the Salamanders and their Primarch Vorkan, the Seventh Legion that follows the Emperor, and the Fourth and Ninth Legions that are adapting to new combat and identities.

The Emperor's decision to place Perturabo with Jonson was a carefully considered one. Perturabo possessed considerable abilities, a vast Legion, and, most importantly, obedience. He also had the Lord of Radiance's acolyte by his side. As long as the Emperor could hold off the Lord of Darkness, the Lord of Radiance would undoubtedly be able to shield Perturabo. As for Jonson, the Emperor intended to personally monitor him. Regardless of the outcome of the battle, the safety of his children was imperative. Furthermore, allowing Perturabo to face the Randan aliens directly would benefit his growth and perhaps even improve his character. Only by recognizing the darkness of the galaxy could Perturabo realize the importance of those around him and his own insignificance. A less arrogant person, perhaps, would have a much better character. As for whether Perturabo would rebel? That would be a gross disregard for the Emperor, the Traveler, and the Lord of Radiance!

"Be careful about your attitude towards your brothers." The emperor finally reminded Zhuang Sen.

"I will pay attention, father." Jonson replied. Then Jonson continued to ask: "So after solving the problem of the traitorous heir, what are the plans for the war against Randan? Lord Balder said that he would personally go to deal with Randan."

"Yes, in the final battle, He will be responsible for dealing with the dark lord of Randan, and you also need to perform your duties conscientiously and do your job well. In the next stage of the battle, Balder will lead part of the legion deep into the interior of the Randan Empire. Your task is to ensure the oppression of the Randan Legion on the front line. I will take care of you, and the legion deep inside will be taken care of by Balder. That's it." said the Emperor.

"I understand, father," said Zhuang Sen. "So what happens after the Randan War?"

"If my friend wins this war, then He will need to rest for a very long time. But I will look forward to His return. Because in the future, we will face even more terrifying existences, more powerful and evil existences than the Randan Empire." said the Emperor.

"As you command, father," Jonson said finally. Jonson had no objection to the Traveler commanding the final battle; after all, the enemy was visibly formidable! And upon closer inspection, the Traveler's base was truly substantial. Jonson knew the First Battle of Randan; even Ferrus was willing to cooperate with his actions. Meanwhile, Balder was friendly with Clarks and Guilliman. Add to that his own Space Wolves, and the legions he would lead in the future, and that totaled at least seven legions. Jonson couldn't help but sigh, this senior truly possessed immense power!

"Don't take today's events too seriously. Neither Balder nor Rus will mind. Your cooperation still needs to continue. In fact, you should know that Rus is a pretty good person," said the Emperor.

"Yes, that senior and Russ are quite good," Zhuang Sen said, stroking his chin. After all, as a friend of the Emperor, he gave him a way out and was willing to provide compensation. What was wrong with that? As for Russ? Although he was a little manic, he was still a comrade who had fought together.

"So be it. My knight, take care of the affairs of the planet Shana, then rest and wait for my order, and go with your brothers to eliminate the rebellious sons and those who colluded with the rebels." The emperor said in a cold tone, emphasizing each word.

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"My lord, the Space Wolves are evacuating, and they seem to have left behind a lot of equipment," Corswain said, observing the Primarch's expression. Honestly, today's experience was truly bizarre; to say it was full of twists and turns wouldn't be an exaggeration. While the werewolf story was limited to a narrow circle, those who knew were already wary, but cooperation between the two legions remained smooth. Until recently, when the Randan aliens withdrew, the two legions pursued them. Then, part of the Space Wolves fleet left its position without permission, resulting in an oversight. Angrily, Jonson led his guards to provoke trouble, and a quarrel ensued, even a confrontation between the Primarchs.

As the two Primarchs fought in the hall, the guards of both sides stood outside, remaining quite restrained. The opposing Captain of the First Company, Garner Ganhilt, suppressed his restless subordinates. Meanwhile, Ascius quietly awaited the Primarch's orders or summons. No one else knew what was happening in the hall.

But after a long time, his own Primarch emerged first, with no signs of combat on his body. This relieved the Space Wolves on the other side, and then Jonson returned to the flagship, and the two fleets separated.

The Primarch issued a gag order, requiring all parties involved, whether regarding the werewolves or today's battle, to remain silent. Corswain understood this, as the two sides had previously been allies. Regarding the werewolves, the Primarch explained them as genetic weapons of the Randan xenos. While many questions remained, the Primarch said it was over, so it was over.

However, just when everyone thought it was over, it seemed like it wasn't over yet. Just a few hours ago, the Space Wolves handed over a batch of equipment to the Dark Angels. According to the original plan, with the end of the battle, the equipment that everyone had shared together needed to be returned to its original owner. After all, some things were given, but most were borrowed... But before the Space Wolves left, their men left some things behind, saying it was to commemorate the cooperation and friendship between the two sides.

This left most of the Dark Angels flattered. After all, most were unaware that their Primarch had already engaged the enemy. As for the friendly forces leaving their positions during the final pursuit, it could only be said that for Terran veterans, friendly forces failing to perform on the battlefield was a normal occurrence. It was a matter of some magnitude, but also of some insignificance. For most Dark Angels, they subconsciously considered it a possible apology from the enemy.

While it was indeed an apology from the Space Wolves, no one besides Jonson knew the full details of how it was negotiated, and even Jonson's guards could only speculate whether their Primarch had won it by "making friends with fists." After all, Jonson was in good shape when he emerged.

"Express my gratitude to the Space Wolves. Also, hand over our war zone and the werewolves we discovered earlier. Provide them with some convenience. These loyal and brave warriors should not be blamed or suspected." Jonson said with great satisfaction. He now understood Nimeyen and the others' actions. Sometimes, it's okay to give a friendly force a little face.

"As you command, I will utilize direct communication between the Primarchs to transfer the relevant personnel and items," Corswain said. In the recent battle, the Dark Angels had indeed captured some out-of-control werewolves. Their methods were eerily similar to those of the Space Wolves: they used a stasis bomb to immobilize the target and then dropped them into a stasis field, refusing to interrogate them or delve into their secrets. In fact, from the beginning, Jonson hadn't taken the matter seriously. After all, while genetics were rare, some Legions did experience them. Take, for example, the Blood Angels' bloodthirst and the Thousand Sons' flesh mutation.

When it comes to matters involving his brother legions, Zhuangsen's principle is that as long as the Emperor doesn't issue an order and the situation doesn't affect his own legion, he can turn a blind eye. After all, who doesn't have a little secret?

"The Battle of Shana is over, but that doesn't mean we can rest. Tell all the knights to hurry and prepare. We will be carrying out a very special mission, which will even be very shameful and painful for the Astartes. I require everyone to adjust themselves to the best condition in the next period of time. The new equipment handed over to us by the Space Wolves must also become combat-ready as soon as possible." When Zhuangsen thought about the future and that he would lead the legion to eliminate a brother and his offspring, Zhuangsen felt a little uncomfortable.

"As you command," said Corswein. "I have another question."

"Go ahead," said Jonson.

"In order to be able to use those precious war machines, we need more technicians. Is our relationship with the Space Wolves still the same as before?" Koswain said hesitantly. Obviously, although for some unknown reason, the two Primarchs seemed to have finally reconciled, but the tit-for-tat and conflict between the two sides were not fake.

"Most of the Knights don't know about this, do they?" Jonson said, looking at Corswain. "And the Space Wolves haven't publicized this either. It's only spread within a small circle. Most people only know that I personally communicated with Russ, and that the Space Wolves apologized afterwards. That's all. Of course, we need to save some face for my brother. We shouldn't advertise it as an apology or anything else. Just say it's a token of gratitude for our mutual assistance. We did rescue some members of the Sixth Legion."

"Yes, my lord," said Corswein.

While Jonson was delighted with Russ and the Space Wolves' actions, helping them conceal the truth and giving their brother Legion a way out, Russ was also doing something similar. In fact, by the time Russ had taken action, he had already begun to regret it. If Balder hadn't forcefully interrupted and settled the matter, he really didn't know how it would have ended. To be fair, Russ felt that the Space Wolves had benefited from this battle. The Dark Angels' tempers were unpleasant, but they were truly capable fighters! They were considered good comrades and partners.

"Primarch, the Dark Angels have handed over some of their brothers to us and provided us with clues about their missing brothers," Ganar Ganhilt reported to Russ. "It's very secretive. No one knows except the person who handled it. Moreover, the vast majority of the Dark Angels Legion and auxiliary forces are unaware of these events. It seems their Primarch has issued a gag order."

"Well, Zhuang Sen is quite trustworthy." Ruth nodded with satisfaction.

"My lord, what exactly happened between you and Jonson?" Unlike Corswein, Garner Ganhilt was interested in everything and dared to ask questions. It was precisely for this reason that he was not very popular with the Primarch. However, this man had solid skills, a strong will, and good character, so he had always been the captain of the First Company.

When Jonson emerged from the hall and Russ remained, Russ's guards nearly challenged the Dark Angels to a fight. However, Garner Ganhilt restrained his impulsive men, noting Jonson's appearance as someone who had experienced combat. Even if Jonson were stronger, he couldn't have defeated Russ unscathed. The captain immediately concluded that the two sides were likely just talking, not fighting. Jonson, however, explained that they had only exchanged some words and that Russ would emerge shortly, so the matter was dropped. However, Garner Ganhilt remained intrigued by the details.

"Ehmmmm." Russ snorted coldly. "We simply discussed how to resolve the situation. We had a good exchange and shared our concerns. We later discovered that our issues weren't irreconcilable. The werewolf's appearance was an accident, and the incident on the battlefield was merely a mistake. We came to an understanding, that's all."

"Okay, let's leave it at that. Don't spread it out. We may still be comrades in the future," Russ said.

"But we handed over a large amount of equipment to the Dark Angel..." Homier Longgang said with some dissatisfaction.

"The werewolf issue is a nuisance, after all," Russ said, scratching his head. "And we're also in the wrong for leaving our positions on the battlefield." He then looked at his captain. "So, wouldn't it be great if we could use some equipment to deal with it?"

"Okay, let's end this matter here and don't talk about it anymore." Russ obviously didn't want to continue to dwell on this matter. At this time, a wolf priest walked in and described to everyone present something that made Russ feel very horrified.

"You mean, this brother named Tort Bloodhowl can transform freely between werewolf and normal state? And when in werewolf state, his strength, physical strength and agility will be very high, and he will also maintain enough sanity? And he has awakened psychic power?" Ghana Ganshilt expressed shock.

"Yes, he could even perform it on the spot, but after transforming into a werewolf, his food needs would be immense," the Wolf Priest said. "I feel like this lucky brother may have somehow tamed the distortion in our genes, transforming it into his own strength, transforming the curse into a blessing. Although, we don't understand the exact mechanism."

When lycanthropy began to appear, the Space Wolves' Wolf Priests (equivalent to other Legions' Apothecaries) naturally began researching their own genetics. The unique Wolf Helix of the Fenrisians naturally caught their attention, and the Wolf Priests ultimately came to the reliable conclusion that the lycanthropy of Fenrisian warriors stemmed from the interaction between the native Wolf Helix gene and gene-seed. Of course, the probability of such a genetic condition erupting is actually very low, requiring external stimulation and a certain degree of mental instability. Therefore, this issue is a blemish on the Space Wolves, but not a fatal one.

But now, if this mutation can be controlled and still maintain sanity, then aside from being ugly and scary, and potentially causing discomfort to friendly forces, it's a buff! And it can be restored afterward. That's pretty magical!

"Let him in," Russ said after a moment's thought. Over the next period of time, Russ, his advisors, and the captains asked Tort Bloodhowl some questions, and ultimately decided to test this lucky brother.