Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Balder could use the Great Rift to convince Trazyn. After all, only the Great Rift could force Trazyn to take action, and the Warp's further influence on the physical universe was one of the things the Necrons truly feared. Balder could only bet that the astrologer hadn't yet discovered this event ten thousand years in the future, or perhaps recognized a possibility but ignored it or, in other words, hadn't informed the person before him. After all, in the background, Orikan had also suffered setbacks.

"Orican can solve all matters concerning fate and language. He is not an interesting guy, but he is a person who is very persistent in his prophecies. He can even personally take action to ensure the realization of his prophecies and eliminate those factors that may destroy the prophecies. And he told me that everything will be safe tonight." Trazyn's low voice sounded again. The previous jokes were over, and it was time to get down to business.

"Then let's get started." Balder took a deep breath and said.

"Let's begin!" Along with Trazyn's roar, an indescribable scream went straight into space.

In the void, a world engine as big as a planet was instantly activated, emitting a pale green light. The light was so dazzling that a few minutes later, Balder could see that the bright star hanging in the night sky became brighter. At this time, the distance between the two sides was calculated in billions of kilometers!

"This is the Milky Way." Balder used his fingers to smear some deep-sea squid ink on the table and scribbled on it.

"This place was later called the Eye of Terror." Balder pointed his finger heavily at a point on the Milky Way.

At this moment, Balder's spiritual senses began to ring with alarm bells. One or more powerful beings seemed to be searching for something in the Sea of ​​Souls. Space became unstable. In the space outside Fenris, Balder saw that the barrier between the High Heavens and reality was gradually weakening. The Fenrisian wolves in the pen outside the courtyard let out an anxious growl.

"Go on, it's okay." Trazyn said indifferently.

As he spoke, the World Engine emanated an invisible wave of energy. In an instant, the world returned to peace. No, more than peace, Balder even suspected that the memories of every living thing on the planet had been tampered with. If Balder hadn't carefully recalled the events, or if Trazyn had "showed mercy," he would have forgotten what had just happened.

"Ten thousand years later, all the facilities deployed by the Necrontyr here were deliberately destroyed. Even the last safety line, the existence known as Cadia, was reduced to ruins amidst conspiracy and calculation. You once tried to stop it, but failed. The entire galaxy, from here to here, was split in two! The beings of the Warp cheered and celebrated the arrival of their era, vainly attempting to take the entire physical universe into their own."

As Balder's fingers slid across the table, a terrifying crack appeared on it. Soon, it seemed as if Balder's actions were also confirmed in the Warp. The Warp tide, which had just subsided, surged again, and terrifying and deep cracks appeared in the void. The energy that pierced the soul began to spread into the physical universe.

"Tarasim!" Balder was really scared, and an unspeakable terror surged in his heart.

"Get out! You eternal rotten sores! Endless abominations!" Trazyn was truly furious. Not the double before Balder, but Trazyn himself, hidden deep within the universe, perhaps even in some other dimension! The World Engine shone with a despairing light, like a star hanging high in the Fenris Galaxy.

However, some beings in the Warp seemed unwilling to give up. They supported the energy flowing out of the Warp and rushed towards the place where the obvious changes occurred like a tide. The first one to bear the brunt of the surge was a monster with two bird heads.

"Destiny has changed. This is change, and it is infinite! Praise the Lord of Change!" Talos shouted as he emerged from the crack.

The scene before him horrified him. He had appeared near the World Engine, a massive war planet filling his entire field of vision. This terrifying existence, emanating from the highest technological achievements of the real universe and even incorporating its laws, filled even a top-tier demon like him with a deep sense of dread.

"This..." Before it could even utter a single scream, an endless stream of spirit-exorcists erupted from the world engine, striking back with even greater ferocity at the provocation from the Warp! This ancient creation, far older than humanity's history, once again revealed its presence and power across the galaxy!

In the invisible dimension, powerful energy easily ripped all demons, including Talos, into shreds. The surging tide of Warp psychic energy was abruptly blocked. And then, as if this wasn't enough, supernatural lightning reverberated through the void, sealing and reinforcing all the rifts.

"Is it over?" Balder asked, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"The stars are back in their places." A vague murmur sounded in Balder's ears.

"No trace of everything" was whispered again. Whether it was the physical universe or the subspace, it seemed that many things had been erased. No sound.

"The anomaly is hidden in the ordinary, no one can check it, no one can know it." When the last murmur sounded, Balder felt as if he was missing something, and also had something more, which was unspeakable and indescribable.

"Very good, a full three minutes. All the troubles are solved." Trazyn said with a smile.

His expression seemed to convey a sense of relief. Clearly, Trazyn's actions had not been without cost. The light of the World Engine gradually faded. This existence, which had once made countless races tremble, seemed to be tired. Although this feeling was quite comical, Balder truly felt it!

"Unbelievable." Balder's words were full of double meaning.

"Haha, I'll take that as a compliment to Necrontyr technology." Trazyn blinked and gave a mischievous smile.

"Okay, I know what you mean by the other side. Those people are not paying attention to this place directly. They are busy scheming against each other. Of course, the one you are expecting can barely be considered one now. They are just some minor troubles." Taraxin waved his hand and said.

"Okay, now let's talk about your reward. I've had the pleasure of living with you for over a decade. You're diligent, studious, and full of curiosity. Despite your limited strength, you've tried to change the tribe's dire living conditions. Your failures have added a touch of gray to this comedy of struggle. What are those so-called chiefs? They're obsessed with brute force, robbing others of their possessions. They're obsessed with dividing the pie, not making it bigger. They've even overturned the entire table just to get a little more. What foolishness!"

Trazyn stood up and spoke as he walked, like a nagging old man. Although Balder knew that the Necrons had no souls, Trazyn at this moment gave people the feeling that he seemed to have emotions. This idea was really absurd.

"So, I'm giving you a chance now. Do you want to stay out of this with me and watch the success or failure in the endless time, or continue to participate in that grand drama that is destined to be a tragedy?" Trazyn looked at Balder and asked.

Chapter 5 The Gift of the Endless

"I don't want to be your exhibit now, nor do I want to lose my soul." Balder said with a smile.

"You won't lose your soul, because what I need is a perfect collection, not just a body, but also a spirit." The Infinite One Trazyn shook his head and said, "As for your refusal to become my exhibit? Is that something you can refuse? How naive."

"Of course, as the great and benevolent Endless One, I can wait. And provide some small help so that you can live until the moment you can become my collection or my secretary. Think about it, other people's secretaries record the history that has already happened, while my secretaries record the events that are about to happen. Isn't that cool?" Trazyn quoted the words that Balder accidentally let out during a conversation.

"You continue..." Balder looked at Trazyn.

Baldur didn't believe Trazyn would pay him what he wanted. For one thing, he wasn't a dragon king, lacking the aura of a protagonist. For another, he felt that things in the Warhammer universe were truly uncontrollable! What you desire, when it exceeds your ability and wisdom, can become a source of disaster. Baldur simply didn't know what he could control and what he couldn't.

"You're suddenly boring now." Trazyn sat back in her chair. "That's not nice."

"During these years on this planet, I have obtained many rare specimens and studied them." Trazyn began to tell stories like the old Trazyn.

"Then after comparing the genes of certain creatures with those of the Fenrisians, I suddenly discovered something very interesting. Guess..."

"Originally there were no wolves in Fenris," Balder said, rolling his eyes.

Now, after that moment, Balder seemed to understand that revealing certain things to certain people wouldn't cause a crisis. And even if there were a slight crisis, what would it matter? The World Engine still hung high in the sky of Fenris. Balder wanted to seize this rare opportunity to speak his mind. Prophets are usually mad, because they can't tell ordinary people! Holding it in would lead to disaster!

With a clang, an obsidian cup was dropped before Balder, the round cup rolling across the animal-skin rug. It was clear that Balder's words had displeased Trazyn. A long-prepared plan had been ruthlessly exposed, a disappointment for the performance-hungry Endless. Only after Balder gestured to stop interrupting did Trazyn continue.

"Sometimes, I admire the boldness and unimaginativeness of you young races! You wantonly tamper with your genes with little consideration of the risks involved." Having said this, Taraxin couldn't help but frowned.

Clearly, he realized his "student" might know more than he did. Compared to the Necrontyr's suicidal abilities, the ancients of Fenris were nothing. So, he hesitated for a moment. To avoid becoming the butt of someone's unspoken ridicule, Trazyn decided to skip this part. After all, the most difficult thing for a person is to deceive themselves. Trazyn wouldn't assume that just because Balder didn't mention it, such a thing didn't exist. That would be self-deception!

"What they did almost destroyed their genes. There is an unexplainable relationship between Fenrisians and some Fenrisian wolves. Most Fenrisians have dangerous hidden dangers, but they have not manifested them. Under certain special stimuli, these hidden dangers will erupt and people will turn into beasts. So it can be said that every Fenrisian is cursed. Do you understand what I mean?" asked Trazyn.

"I understand. Please continue." At this moment, Balder was as honest as a primary school student.

"However, from a purely technical perspective, the original practitioners were indeed very creative, and this genetic technology did provide some assistance in combating the harsh environment of Fenris. I've studied this genetic technology before, and I was surprised to find that under certain circumstances, bestiality is not irreversible, and the mind doesn't necessarily lose control completely. Although I haven't seen or heard of it so far, I'm just talking about the possibility of reversing it on a technical level!"

Trazyn said with shining eyes, in addition to being a Necron Overlord and thief, Trazyn was also a scholar of indescribable knowledge. He was quite good at technical matters.

"Bourne Bloodthroat!" A name from the distant 41st Millennium era popped into Logan's mind. The werewolf curse was an indelible pain in the Space Wolves' hearts, even leading to a conflict with the Primarch of the First Legion, El'Jonson. Countless newcomers had perished in the trials of the Wolf Order over the centuries, unable to control their bestial nature.

But there are always exceptions. In the distant 41st Millennium era, werewolves with some degree of intelligence appeared, as well as beings who could transform between Space Marine Captains and Behemoths. The latter was the later-famous Grand Captain of the Wolf Regiment, Bourne Bloodthroat! A being who bore a curse, but to some extent, could also control it!

In a fit of rage, Bourne Bloodmaw can transform into a 12-foot-tall behemoth. He possesses a physique far exceeding that of a Space Marine, capable of tearing through steel and destroying vehicles with ease. But after battle, he recovers, eating and drinking... Of course, when he's a behemoth, you can't expect him to be very rational.

"And now, I have the means to perfect it. Although I'm not sure whether it will be useful to ordinary Fenrisians, my gift will be of no problem to you." Trazyn said with a hint of regret.

"There are too few people in Fenris. Even if one is missing, you might notice it. It's really troublesome." And Trazyn's words also made Balder breathe a sigh of relief. The overlord of the Necrons did not mess around.

"A gift that grants you superhuman strength, reflexes, and intelligence, all at no cost. Of course, it's not entirely without cost, but rather that this price has already been paid in advance by the ancestors of the Fenris people."

Even though he had expected what Trazyn would say, Balder was still shocked when he heard it, because he knew very well how terrifying Bourne Bloodthroat's panel data was in the background!

星际战士被称为超人，那么这个超人反应到数据面板上如何呢？一般来说不过是T4、S4、I4这个水平，这分别代表了身体的韧性、身体力量以及敏捷性（I在老规则中代表出手快慢）比星际战士高一截的是禁军，他们的属性是T5、S5、I4。

然而伯恩.血喉的面板是什么呢？人家是T6、S6、I5！这个单纯从数值上看似乎也就是高一层，但是如果换个说法的话，作为基因原体，并且以敏捷而著称的可汗所拥有的体质面板也不过是T6、S6和I8。就能明白伯恩.血喉的体质有多可怕了！

In other words, judging purely by physique and physical strength, Bourne is very close to the Primarch's level! Even if his agility is far inferior, it still surpasses that of ordinary Custodians! Of course, this is just a background game and should not be taken seriously, it is only a reference. Actual combat also depends on skill and equipment.

Regardless, if Bourne Bloodmaw's faceplate could be replicated, it would be a humanoid behemoth. Of course, ordinary werewolves aren't quite that exaggerated, with typical werewolf stats being S5 and T4. Their strength is comparable to that of the Custodes, but their physique remains the same as that of a Space Marine. While a bit stronger, it's still on par.

"Have you completed the unfinished genetic technology?" Balder said softly.

At this moment, he also remembered another figure in Warhammer history, a Wolf Regiment priest named Hraldir, who claimed to be close to the Emperor in genetic technology. His job was to study the mutation factors in the Wolf Regiment's gene seeds, and try to eliminate the bad roots and turn the Wolf Regiment soldiers into more terrifying beings than ordinary Space Marines.

This plan was discovered by the Daemon Primarch Magnus, who sacrificed the Thousand Word Legion's remaining resources, thwarting the plan and killing the priest. This was the first Battle of the Wolf's Fang. Connecting these historical details, it can be seen that the genetic modification of the Fenrisians was successful in some aspects and had potential for further development. Today, all of this has been completed by the Infinite. Of course, "completed" is not the right word; it should be considered as a laboratory version prepared by the Infinite for Balder.

"Transformation is a process. You need to gradually adapt to it all. Not just physically, but mentally as well. Don't think you're strong. Physical strength alone means very little." Trazyn said, "True wisdom is needed. Considering your technology is even more backward than that of the Eldar, I think I can provide you with a little help. They will appear at the right time to match your inspiration."

Trazyn finished speaking and raised his hand. The disguise covering him was removed, and a metal finger pointed at Balder. He did not ask Balder if he needed it. A light blue beam shot out, and Balder was bathed in strange energy.

"Have a good sleep." After finishing all this, Trazyn looked at Balder who had fainted in the house and whispered. It was time for him to leave.

"The final act of this drama could be called 'The Mentor's End.' I believe that countless years from now, someone will perform this story on stage." Trazyn passed away, his consciousness ripped away, leaving behind only a long-dead corpse. Minutes later, the terrifying World Engine vanished from the sky, and peace returned to the Fenris System. However, besides Balder, there was one person who had not forgotten the incredible scene of that night.

Chapter 6: Shocked and Confused Ruth

"Do you see that strange dark star hanging here?" A deep roar echoed through the royal court of Rus. The once lively banquet seemed to have been paused. Everyone looked in horror at the giant sitting on the throne. The new king of the Lemans, the ruler of the continent of Asaheim. A being feared and worshipped as a god by his subjects.

"Did you see the star that emitted green light just now?" Leman Russ's voice rang out again, and his words, full of questioning, uneasiness, and even a hint of fear, echoed in the hall.

"King, there are no stars here." Qiao Lin Bloodhowl bravely stepped forward. Before answering, he once again looked out the window at the sky. It was empty, as it had always been, unchanged for hundreds, even thousands, of years. He found it difficult to understand why his king would ask such a question. He knew the answer he expected, but he truly hadn't seen it. He couldn't deceive his leader.

"How could there be nothing here? Just a moment ago, it was here, emitting a terrifying light!" Leman Russ roared as he stepped down from the throne and stood before Jolin, pointing at the night sky. "Are you doubting my words?"

"No, King, I really didn't see anything." The tribal minister was lifted up like a baby. His words were filled with fear and helplessness. He didn't know what he had done wrong. Just a moment ago, the atmosphere at the banquet was very good. The king accepted everyone's toast, and everyone was having a great time. How could it turn out like this now?

"There is really nothing here, my king. Jolin's words prove his loyalty." Heimdall stood up and persuaded.

"Didn't you see anything? Or are you all lying to me?" Russ anxiously looked at Heimdall, his gaze as sharp as a mirror, causing him to flinch. The others stared at the roaring monarch in horror, as helpless and panicked as lambs facing a ferocious beast.

"Didn't anyone see anything?" Ruth said in despair.

"No, nothing."

"We were just feasting and didn't notice anything."

"I asked the people outside, and they didn't see it either." The chaotic words echoed in Ruth's ears. These words contained too much emotion, but the only thing they didn't contain was deception. Ruth was sure of this; his intuition was always accurate.

"Haha, okay, there's nothing there. It was just a joke. Let's continue!" Ruth put Qiao Lin down and patted his shoulder comfortingly. It seemed that what happened just now was over.

"You guys continue, I'm going to go out for a walk." Ignoring the surprised ministers, Rus strode out the door after saying this, and when he left the hall, his loyal guards immediately followed him.

"You..." Looking at the guards hurrying up behind him, Russ wanted to tell them to retreat, but seeing the tribesmen remaining silent outside the hall, he gave up. Just a few minutes ago, he had sensed a deadly presence. They hung high above the sky, beyond his reach, engaging in an epic battle. Yes, it was a battle, a battle conducted in a way he didn't understand.

It was like two terrifying gods clashing, and he and his tribe happened to be nearby. They crouched and hid, fearing a single blow from the gods. Even more absurd, after the battle, most of them had forgotten the experience! He still remembered how, when that strange, dark green energy erupted, everyone but him froze like puppets! The attack, directed straight at his soul, made Russ feel sick. Facing a battle beyond his comprehension, Russ suddenly realized how ridiculous and insignificant what he was pursuing and what he was doing was!

Rus knew his beliefs weren't necessarily the truth, but they were certainly closer to the truth than his own subjects. What he couldn't stand was that everyone told him he was wrong! Was he wrong? Rus believed that even if his beliefs were wrong, it wasn't for these people to judge, because they didn't even have the ability to uncover even a fraction of the truth!

"Damn it..." Russ cursed under his breath. At that moment, he even hoped he hadn't seen even a glimpse of the truth, but that cowardly thought was quickly extinguished. As the leader of the tribe, how could he possibly allow such a thing to happen? But now, he was truly alone.

"I need a helper, a helper who can help me understand this world." Rus thought as he walked on the street. The snow and mud on the street merged into one, and the gray-black mud splashed on Rus' body, but he didn't care at all. The guards behind him kept a distance cautiously. They knew that their king was in deep thought and should not be disturbed, but they did not dare to leave.

"One day I will fly into the sky! Let's see who is running wild in my chassis!" Rus roared into the night.

"Your Majesty, if you just want to fly over mountains, you can go to the Iron Islands. The blacksmiths and technicians there have invented something that can carry people. They sew air bags out of huge animal skins. And then light a fire underneath..." A clever servant took the opportunity to step forward and whispered.

"The Iron Islands?" Russ frowned. That was a tribe his warriors called "all about forging iron, no fighting." They lived on the islands, riding strange robotic ships and wielding cannons and muskets. With these weapons, even a simple fisherman could kill an elite warrior. And precisely because of these weapons, Russ's warriors considered the Iron Islands their greatest enemy in their quest to conquer the world.

"Let me see your musket." Rus glanced at the servant who had followed him. From under his robe, he could see a bulging object. This was something the servant had exchanged for the fur of 10 black-maned giant wolves.

The blacksmiths strictly restricted the export of these weapons, and prohibited each tribe from using them against other tribes. Once discovered, those close to the Iron Islands would be exterminated, while those farther away would be embargoed. Unfortunately, Rus's tribe seemed to be one of the unlucky ones caught in the embargo.

"Haha, they're still trying to dictate the use of these weapons." Russ snorted coldly as he looked at the huge flintlock rifle in his hand. Even if it's embargoed, there's always a way to get it. It's just a matter of robbing or paying a higher price.

"This is the latest model. It even has what's called rifling inside, making it more accurate and capable of hitting targets farther. However, it uses tapered bullets, which the tribe's blacksmiths can't forge. Therefore, not only will the gunpowder be depleted, but the bullets will also be depleted with each shot."

The attendant whispered to Rus, a hint of pain evident in his words. He wasn't worried his monarch would co-opt them. For these weapons, powerful enough to bring down a giant bear with a single shot, were no match for Rus. Once, a bullet had managed to hit his king, but it didn't even leave a white mark on his skin. And precisely because of this, Rus was adored by the tribe, even worshipped as a god.

Chapter 7 Change

"King, the blacksmiths in the Iron Islands are charging too high a price. If you could lead us to occupy them, we would have sufficient firearms."

"And you were beaten to a pulp?" Russ glanced at his attendant. Even wild beasts wouldn't attack an opponent of similar size, for that would result in mutual destruction. Russ never doubted his victory, but victory without his men was meaningless. He'd witnessed the sight of those mechanical monsters opening their gun ports, revealing rows of pitch-black cannons like sharp teeth, firing volleys at the sea monsters. The surging flames and gushing iron streams were so dazzling and magnificent! For a moment, Russ was mesmerized.

"Uh..." Russ shook his head helplessly, looking at his stunned subordinates. Compared to other tribes, Russ was very kind to his men, and would always be so. But now, Russ knew that these men could not protect Fenris, as they lacked even the most basic cognition. Russ needed a wise man. Not just a warrior. In his opinion, someone who could manage a tribe as vast as the Iron Islands and produce balloons that could fly into the sky should be considered a wise man. At least better than those around him.

"Perhaps I need to go to the Iron Islands myself and see the different tribes." Russ pondered for a moment and made a decision. This journey would not be easy. Russ's tribe had proven its strength on land, but for the mysterious sea, he still needed to make many preparations.

"Tell Heimdall I need a large number of longships, half the furs and ore in the warehouses, and a third of the food. I'm selecting a 10000-man force to sail to the Iron Islands. Our purpose is trade, not battle. Begin preparations tomorrow. Depart within seven days," Russ told his attendants. Of course, if the master of the Iron Islands turned against him, Russ was prepared to fight. In Asaheim, everyone was accustomed to sleeping with their battle axe as their pillow, unless they didn't have one.

Russ's orders were swiftly carried out, and most tribes across Asaheim began preparing. Coastal tribes prepared longships for the voyage, manning them with their best sailors and pilots. Each major tribe began selecting its own men, and only the tallest and strongest warriors would accompany the king of Asaheim on the voyage. Tens of thousands of Fenrisian elk were requisitioned. Vast quantities of supplies were unloaded from warehouses and loaded onto sleds. Never in all of Asaheim's history had the continent been so united. The destined king of Fenris was about to embark on his final journey, while, on the Iron Islands, Balder gradually adjusted to his own changes, and the new perceptions of others.

"Chief." Balder nodded slightly as his subordinates saluted respectfully. He then signaled they could resume their patrol. He walked alone along the harbor breakwater, feeling the sea breeze. Ten days had passed since Trazyn left, and Balder had been transforming constantly. His body had been reshaped at a genetic level, and his height had soared from 1.9 meters to 2 meters.

His strong yet well-proportioned body brims with power. Given time, if he so chooses, he might even be able to wrestle a mammoth. His mental acuity, perception, and reaction speed are rapidly improving, and there's no sign of their limits. He can think and process information with ever-greater efficiency, sensing even the slightest change in his surroundings. He possesses lightning-fast thinking and agility, along with perception and intuition that surpass any beast. To outsiders, Balder, in his rage, resembles a behemoth. The aura of a superior predator emanates from him.

The environment of Fenris shaped its culture, where the strong are respected, and the worship of force and strength is almost ingrained. Previously, Baldur was merely the Iron Islands' most renowned forgemaster, a leader more inclined towards technology. But now, with Trazyn's help, Baldur has filled the last gap. And it's only natural that he will take control of the entire Iron Islands.

"Is what I'm doing meaningful?" Balder pondered, gazing at the forges and rows of houses dotted across the island. He was bound to participate in the grand drama unfolding across the galaxy. So, was there any point in pursuing technology now? After all, with the Emperor's arrival, the Legion would have everything it needed. His meager efforts seemed ridiculous before the majestic Queen of Glory.

But Balder had his own ideas. Equipping an army of barbarians was easy: give them equipment and teach them how to use it. Then, discipline them with strict, scientific rules and educate them. If some means of indoctrination were added, rapidly transforming a group of barbarians into interstellar warriors would be no problem. However, material problems were easy to solve, but those rooted in the spirit were difficult to eradicate, and this directly limited the Space Wolves' potential!

Are the Space Wolves strong? In terms of manpower, the Space Wolves, with just over 10 men, can only be considered mid-level. In terms of equipment level, the Space Wolves are probably not even mid-level.

During the Heresy, they were pinned down in space by a portion of the Alpha Legion. The Alpha Legion intercepted both the Wolves and the White Scars almost simultaneously, with the White Scars demonstrating their lightning-fast swiftness. The Wolves were nearly annihilated. Had the DA not rescued them, they might have been reduced to a war group after the war.

Looking back at the characters from the 30K era of the Wolfpack, it's hard to find even a few standout, memorable ones. It's fair to say the overall command of the Wolfpack was rather mediocre, which is undoubtedly tragic.

There are many things that cannot be attributed to objective reasons. There is a problem with the Wolf Pack's genetic seed, which is a factor that limits the expansion of the Wolf Pack. This does make sense, but in fact, the Wolf Pack is at least in the middle in terms of number of people, and the limitation of the genetic seed is not as great as imagined.

You're talking about equipment and fleets. Russ, as the second Primarch to return, and one favored by the Emperor, has no reason to be unable to secure adequate supplies. The only possible outcome is that the Wolves' personnel's lack of quality and understanding limits their capabilities. This, in turn, is the root cause of their weakness!

Russ was a wise man, and often he was powerless. However, for his own better future, Balder felt he should mentally transform the Wolf Pack. If nothing else, at least they should strengthen their emphasis on technique and discipline. And then there's the unique fear of insufficient firepower and farming, typical of Chinese travelers!

Born on a similarly backward world, the White Scars knew how to extensively modify their warships to suit their own tactics. Why couldn't the Wolves develop their own unique technical style? And regarding discipline, consider the main event of the Battle of Duran in the background—the cat-and-dog drama that unfolded. A Wolf Lord actually wiped out the DA boarding party, along with their ship. This is incredibly rare in the history of the Great Crusade. Considering the Wolves' past, Balder's response to the Wolves' 30th troop is indescribable.