Warhammer: I don’t want to become an evil god!!

Of course, a more extreme Primarch might directly kill the alpha wolf Logan and then force the remaining Space Wolves to compromise.

If they don't compromise, then they're left with only one path: betraying the empire.

If the wolf cubs choose to betray the Empire, these radical Primarchs will immediately kill Fenris.

The goal is high efficiency and no future problems.

Only Guilliman, the original creator of the farming faction, would honestly and dutifully win over all forces and seek common ground while reserving differences.

That's what he did during the Great Expeditionary Force.

They honestly and diligently managed their own small plot of land, perfectly embodying the strategy of "building high walls and storing up grain."

Logan frowned; this was his first time facing the Primarch.

Such a being should only exist in mythology, but now it has appeared vividly before the world.

Logan pondered for a moment before answering the Primarch.

"Who wouldn't welcome the great Imperial Regent, the Wolf King's own brother?"

"The wolf pack simply doesn't welcome those who have ill intentions towards Fenris."

“If the regent is not that kind of person, there is absolutely nothing to worry about.”

“No one, except the enemies of Chaos, would have any ill intentions toward Fenris,” Guilliman said with a smile. “I am here to further protect Fenris.”

"The Gift of Original Forging is a gift given to each chapter, which allows each chapter to quickly restore its organization and thus control the current crumbling situation of the Empire."

“Isn’t the Empire’s current collapse a direct result of your actions?” Logan said. “You crippled the Legion with that pile of paper, leaving the Empire unprotected.”

"Now, with a wave of his hand, he has abolished all the rules and is trying to build a new legion."

The imperial guards accompanying the leader of the wolf looked at him with a somewhat subtle expression.

I have a feeling that these words insulted them too!

“Nothing can remain unchanged for ten thousand years,” Guilliman said. “Wolf Fang Fortress didn’t exist ten thousand years ago; this place was just a desolate ice field. Is it wrong to build Wolf Fang Fortress and change this ice field?”

"The empire is facing a new crisis and needs new solutions. Clinging to old traditions will only lead us to destruction."

Logan was speechless, his face darkening. "We will never accept your gift; it is not pure."

"This gift is merely a present; it comes with no strings attached. The Empire now needs every bit of strength to defend it. The great enemy is invading every day, and countless citizens of the Empire are suffering."

"If the Space Wolves are willing to join the Unyielding Expeditionary Force, it will be a great boon to the people of the Empire. The expertise you have gained about the enemy during those difficult years is invaluable."

Guilliman spoke calmly, and his powerful personal charisma caused many of the wolf warriors to whisper among themselves.

They were considering whether the alpha wolf's actions were correct.

To stand idly by and watch the entire Father's kingdom fall into crisis because of some personal prejudices

Can such behavior be considered loyalty?

“Flattery is meaningless,” Logan said. “You’re just looking for an excuse to command the Fenris Wolves so you can steal the Father’s authority.”

“If I could, I would prefer to remain an outsider,” Guilliman said.

Golden Throne?

Even a dog wouldn't want to sit here!

Let the sage be the emperor.

I want to go back to Makula to farm.

I want to travel the universe in the Makurag Glory.

“Those who crave power always claim they dislike power,” Logan said. “It’s like how habitual liars always tout their integrity.”

Sicarius, as the captain of the personal guard, frowned slightly.

Such words already constitute an attack on the original entity.

As the two sides reached a stalemate, a servant trotted over and walked to the Primarch's side.

Guilliman leaned down to listen to what the servant had to say.

Then, a sincere smile appeared on that resolute face.

Logan frowned.

Something important must have happened for the Primarch to show such an expression.

“Perhaps I cannot convince you, but a saint might.” Guilliman straightened up again.

"No matter who comes, we will not accept them." Logan stared intently at the Primarch; no matter what, he would not compromise.

Space Wolf will never submit to this ambitious imperial regent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the blizzard that had been raging for months suddenly stopped.

"Why did the snowstorm suddenly stop?" Nagar the Windcaller asked, his face showing surprise and doubt.

The rune priests standing beside him also looked puzzled.

I have absolutely no idea what's going on!

"What happened?" Logan was also somewhat surprised.

Just moments ago, the snow was falling heavily, like goose feathers, but now it has suddenly stopped.

Anyone with a brain can realize there's something wrong here.

Logan turned to look at Guilliman and the others.

"What did you do?"

Guilliman shook his head. "We didn't do anything!! Someone's just coming."

"Who? Who's here?" Logan pressed.

Guilliman did not answer, but instead looked up at the sky.

Logan also looked up at the sky.

A distant, melodious song arose, sacred and profound, as if it came from the endless ages, crossing the long river of time to reach Fenris today.

The sound rang in the ears of every space wolf.

First came the indistinct whispers, then gradually amplified, like waves approaching from afar.

The singing grew louder and louder, grand and sacred.

It filled the ears and minds of every Space Wolf.

In the Space Wolf's relic room,

The relics left behind by numerous heroes trembled and glowed.

At first, there were flickering lights and glows, followed by lines that illuminated the imperfections on the walls of the reliquary and the patterns on the marble.

Then came a soft white light, which gradually accumulated until the surface of each relic radiated a bright light like a lumen sphere.

One after another, illusory figures appeared within the radiance formed by the convergence of sacred artifacts.

The warriors guarding the relic chamber looked shocked.

They had never seen anything like it.

In the central area of ​​the relic chamber, the Spear of Dionysus emitted a brilliant light.

A beam of light shot into the sky, disappeared into the endless void, and then entered the subspace.

The Soul of the World let out a high-pitched wolf's cry, its sound reverberating throughout Fenris.

The werewolves roaming the ice plains also raised their heads and roared towards the sky.

Then he ran towards Wolf Fang Fortress using all four limbs.

The scattered tribespeople in the icy world all raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

Something within them has been awakened.

Some devout pilgrims who were attempting to make a pilgrimage to Langya Fort knelt and wept upon witnessing the holy site.

"All father!!"

Logan swallowed hard.

He had only ever seen such a scene in the books that recorded the coming of the Father to Fenris.

The rune priests, including the Windcaller, and the wolf lords of various cities all showed expressions of shock.

When the song reached its climax

Countless voices sang together, as if the dead had returned from the distant underworld to the present world and sang together at this moment.

A beam of light pierced through the clouds, its golden color and divine aura melting the ice and snow, bringing everything back to life, as if welcoming spring.

As the ice melts, flowers and plants grow rapidly, creating a vibrant scene.

In the blink of an eye, the barren trees became lush and green.

The beam of light, like the dawn breaking through the endless desolation, dispelled the cold and darkness.

The surging flames burst forth dazzlingly.

It was so bright that everything was tinged with gold.

In the light, an angel appeared, waving pure white wings and wearing a weeping mask.

He landed on the helipad in front of Wolf Fang Fortress after the snow and ice had melted.

"It's him, it's him, it's him, our protagonist, our guide, he's here." The bald monk muttered to himself in the game channel.

Zhan Shuai: "For a moment, I couldn't tell who was an NPC, who was a player, or who was an operator. I really couldn't tell them apart."

Jujiro: "Who knows? As soon as we entered the atmosphere, the guide flew away and made a grand entrance, leaving us poor souls stuck on the transport ship."

"Please, official channels, open a recharge channel! Give me a price, and next time you're doing this, let me do it, okay?!"

Wrist Guy: "Damn it, I'm so envious and jealous."

"…………"

Guilliman stared wide-eyed as Qin Yun landed slowly.

Ah! No, this guy has even more tricks up his sleeve than my father!!

Guilliman finally began to understand Lorga a little.

With a saint appearing like this, who could resist?!

Even if the other party repeatedly reiterated that they were just an ordinary person who had received the emperor's blessing,

Who would believe that?

They would definitely think it was just the other person being modest.

At that moment, a strange howling sound rang out.

Near Wolf Fang Fortress, a group of werewolves with coarse hair and burly physiques appeared.

They kept letting out low growls,

A certain inner calling led them to climb the peak and arrive here.

Players became wary and took photos to share in the chat channel.

"It's a werewolf."

"My God, there really are werewolves in Fenris."

"Didn't they say Fenris had no wolves? So it's not wolves, but werewolves, huh?!"

“You’re mistaken. Fenris has no wolves. That’s a line Magnus used to mock Russ, saying they were dogs, not wolves.”

"........."

The werewolf was nearly three meters tall, with a physique comparable to a Proto-Star Marine.

It possesses sharp claws and fangs that gleam with a cold light.

Just looking at it sends chills down your spine.

The accompanying Imperial Guards and Original Forged Warriors intended to open fire on the werewolves, but Qin Yun stopped them.