Chapter 218: Leman Russ's Wolf Helm

Ninglu did not think the Wolf King would go back on his word, so he issued an order to Sanchez.

"After he goes to the Sixth Legion's flagship to collect his reward, have him come to the Shadow of Sovereignty to see me."

Five hours later, the other party in the duel, Enoch Lashwin, learned that Sanchez had completed the purge of the Seventh Planet.

The Wolf Lord, who was maintaining his chainaxe, was distracted, and his right index finger was cut by the axe blade.

Fresh blood dripped onto the floor, drawing the gazes of the Space Wolves under his command.

Ten seconds later, Lashwin finally came to his senses; he casually picked up a spray can and pressed it.

The Wolf Lord stood up and said to the Space Wolves looking at him.

"Move out. We will not stop until the last Ork is dead."

Four hours later, the flagship of the Sixth Legion.

A black Stormbird, painted with seven red arrows at an angle, landed on the flight deck.

Before the engines finished their cooling cycle, eleven "Provocateurs" walked off the deck.

Their appearance caused the waiting Space Wolves to instinctively feel disgust.

Just seeing these outsiders made the Space Wolves irritably reach out to touch their weapons.

The Thunderwolves beside them, usually the animals they felt most intimate with, now made them feel repulsed.

The Space Wolves veterans struggled to suppress the roars in their hearts; they were not Blood Claws of the wolf pack, they were the best soldiers of the Legion.

They were Wolf Priests, they were Wolf Guard, they were the representatives of the Wolf King.

Not until Sanchez, clad in black armor, walked out of the Stormbird did the Wolf Guard turn their gaze toward the Reaper Lord.

The Wolf Guard ignored the one-meter-long cat-like creature on the Reaper Lord's left and looked at the massive Thunderwolf on his right.

The Sixth Legion had some men who tamed Thunderwolves, but none were as massive as the one Sanchez had, except for the Wolf King's brothers, Freki and Geri.

The Wolf Guard, who wore no helmets but wore masks made from the muzzles of beasts, stared at Sanchez with the eyes of a beast.

"Follow me."

"Lead the way."

Sanchez felt the gaze of the Wolf Guard and sensed their suppressed anger, saying calmly.

He had anticipated this, and followed the fur-covered Wolf Guard forward.

Walking through the narrow corridor leading to Wolf Hall, Sanchez saw ivory arranged on both sides.

Two or three Wolf Guard were gathered together; they were like a group of shouting drunks.

Their armor was covered in various decorations, and the only commonality was the red Howling Wolf Emblem on their left pauldrons, which was also the new symbol of the Sixth Legion.

Sanchez walked into Wolf Hall, feeling the heat radiating from the fire pits and seeing the animal fat burning in the basins, leaving the ceiling covered in accumulated grease.

Everything in this environment made him feel familiar, awakening his memories of the Fenrisian Wolf Den.

【The Wolf King had left his mark on both his Legion and his ship.】

The "Provocateurs" followed the Reaper Lord forward; with every step, they could feel the probing in the gazes of the surrounding Wolf Guard and sense their suppressed anger.

The "Provocateurs" felt a sensation of melting within their bodies, and they were increasingly able to control the power they had gained.

The Wolf Guard led Sanchez through the Space Wolves wearing various leather masks and walked before the Wolf King.

"My Chieftain!" the Wolf Guard shouted. "I have brought him!"

The "Pyromaniac" gradually approached the Wolf King; compared to the last time he saw the Wolf King, he sensed more.

He felt as if he were stepping into a storm, and the light dimmed.

A subtle pressure acted upon their senses, and he sensed the danger hidden in the darkness.

The area around the Wolf King seemed to have become a more primitive place.

Walking near him was like walking into the distant past of humanity, when people held torches to fend off beasts in caves, and every stone had its own name.

Sanchez met Leman Russ's eyes, which were like ice lakes; a few seconds felt as long as a century.

"The pack welcomes you," the Wolf King suddenly laughed, "you are an excellent hunter."

"Lashwin losing to you does not tarnish his honor."

Sanchez felt that the surrounding Wolf Guard, after hearing the Wolf King's words, were not as suppressed as they were just a moment ago.

"Give him a seat, and bring some mead!"

Hearing the Wolf King's words, a chair was brought out.

Sanchez sat down, and someone handed a Bronze Drinking Horn into his hand.

"Drink, hunter!"

Under Leman Russ's urging, Sanchez took a sip of the liquid inside.

Unsurprisingly, the mead burned his mouth, followed by his throat, and finally his stomach, as if a fire had been lit inside him.

Sanchez resisted the urge to cough, and under the Wolf King's urging, he drank a few more cups.

Only then did Leman Russ pick up a helmet from the shelf beside him.

Sanchez stood up accordingly and walked to Leman Russ.

The Wolf King placed the Russ Wolf Helm into Sanchez's hands: "It is yours now; it was made for me by the All-Father's personal Artisan."

Through the look in the eyes revealed by the Wolf Guard's masks, Sanchez saw their jealousy toward him.

"You have won a victory once again."

"But you will not win forever; my sons will take the sword and the wolf helm back."

Sanchez felt a dazzling light flashing in the gazes the Wolf Guard directed at him; it was the look of the hunt.

Sanchez took the Russ Wolf Helm; as the helmet entered his hands, he keenly felt that it contained some kind of mysterious power.

【A helmet crafted by the Emperor's personal Artisan is no ordinary object.】

Sanchez began to look forward to the next hunting trial, and he said calmly.

"I look forward to the next hunt and duel."

Sanchez said, placing the Russ Wolf Helm upon his head.

All the Wolf Guard fearfully averted their gaze; Sanchez, wearing the Russ Wolf Helm, filled them with Fear.

The Provocateurs looked toward their lord, feeling Sanchez's figure grow ever more imposing, ever more awe-inspiring to them.

When Sanchez left the Sixth Legion flagship, on the Milaojiapans, Jorin had just finished the Preomnor Taste Monitoring Nerve implantation.

He poured a large gulp of mead into his mouth, feeling the organ implanted at the back of his oral cavity, savoring the unique flavor of the mead.

Just as Jorin was about to drink a second cup of mead, his ears suddenly twitched slightly.

"Damn it, Sanchez actually won again; he first won the chieftain's sword, and now he has won the helmet gifted to the chieftain by the Allfather."

"Indeed!"

Another person chimed in: "I caught a glimpse from afar; his honor guard is just as detestable as he is."

"I really want to knock them down and stomp hard on their disgusting faces."

After he finished speaking, his fist slammed heavily into a wine barrel, smashing a large hole into it.

Jorin's clouded gaze suddenly turned sharp, and he strode toward the operating room.

"Impossible," the bearded apothecary said, shaking his head.

"You only underwent one Gaizao Shouhu yesterday; you must wait for your body to fully adapt before you can undergo the next Gaizao Shouhu."

"It's too slow, I can't wait; I am a man of Fenris."

"I am a close companion of Russ, I am Jorin, and I will not fall."

Jorin swung his fist forcefully and said loudly.

At the same moment, Thomas, after handing over duties to Szczesny, the new lord of the Ninth Battle Company, departed the Battle Moon with his Librarians.

Walking off the boarding deck of the Shadow of Sovereignty, he arrived at the Library with fifty-two Librarians and said to them.

"From now on, this is where we shall study psychic arts."

He then said to the only Astropath: "Take them and familiarize yourselves with this place."

Subsequently, Thomas walked into his suite.

After filling the bathtub with water, he took out a bottle of Ritual Essential Oil he had concocted and dripped it into the tub.

As a "Mystery Pryer," he had discovered from the sacrificial histories of various races that before performing rituals, priests would always cleanse their bodies to bring tranquility to their minds.

This was a sign of reverence for the gods.

The "Mystery Pryer" had used ingredients such as gold mint and gold bergamot to concoct the amber-colored Ritual Essential Oil.

The "Mystery Pryer's" massive frame slid into the bathtub specifically crafted for him by the Legion attendants.

After soaking for eleven minutes, Thomas rose from the bathtub and dried his body with a towel.

He did not put his power armor back on, but instead donned a black robe, then impatiently headed toward the elevator.

Thomas took the elevator and arrived at K-33 Deck.

(End of chapter)