Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Balder laughed it off and wrote it down in his notebook. What else could he do? Besides, this mark wasn't just a mark; it was also a tool and a fuse. Balder was a pragmatist. Even with his own limited resources, it was good enough to have someone invest in him, and since they had no ill intentions, how could he be so picky?

"Huh?!" Balder, after drinking a glass of water and adjusting his mental state, suddenly looked up out the window. However, what he saw was not the night view of the Iron Islands, but the Warp, which is invisible to mortals! There, a massive fleet was breaking through the turbulent waves of the Warp, about to reach the Fenris system. Surrounded by the warships, an icy sun radiated infinite light.

"Shit! The Emperor is coming?!" Balder, realizing what he saw, immediately restrained his perception and carefully hid himself. However, even so, Balder still could not escape the Emperor's perception.

In the warp, on the bridge of the Emperor's Dream, the Emperor, who was in deep thought, suddenly opened his eyes. In an instant, everyone in the command bridge subconsciously stopped the work at hand. The Imperial Guards and the captain bowed and saluted, waiting for the Emperor's orders.

"Have the Sigillite come to the sanctuary, and you proceed." The Emperor rose and walked to a secluded area, even on this magnificent warship. As he walked, he reflected on a divination he had conducted a few days earlier, during which a two-headed wolf named Mokai appeared in his mind's eye. He recognized one of the wolf's heads as his own offspring, and the other seemed to reveal itself at this moment. A smile played upon the Emperor's lips at this thought.

"The other head of the two-headed wolf?" After hearing the Emperor's statement, Sigillite Malcador fell into deep thought. As the Emperor's most loyal servant, the Sigillite was well aware of the power of the Primarchs. And the other wolf head that appeared in the Emperor's dream clearly held immense value, or perhaps risk...

"Could this be the work of evil gods?" The Seal Holder has always speculated about the world with the greatest malice.

"So I need you to go and see. Observe him for yourself, understand him. Number Six's return will be inevitable, without twists and turns, without pain, only victory. I will go to see my child, and you will go to see this other Wolf Leader."

"Yes, my Lord." The Sigillite nodded. He had accepted the Emperor's mission, but he still had some objections to the Emperor's assessment. Another Wolf Chief? This was putting an unknown being on par with the Primarch.

Throughout the tens of thousands of years of human civilization, there have been exceptionally talented individuals. However, these individuals are rare and rare. Furthermore, on the world of Fenris, the planet is so sparsely populated, the environment so harsh, and the level of civilization so low that the probability of such a person appearing is infinitely close to zero.

"The Primarchs are powerful, but not all of them are omnipotent. Some are natural commanders, others are excellent rulers and wise scholars. Every Primarch has his strengths and weaknesses. So it's normal for some to surpass them in certain areas."

"Humans are not a race with strong individuals, but a race full of variables and miracles. I am proud to be a human being." The Emperor obviously saw the doubts of the Seal Bearer.

"Things on this planet are indeed somewhat complicated, and it's not just a genetic issue. But they still maintain sufficient purity. This in itself is a miracle. So, don't judge with your preconceived ideas. Maybe this is really a surprise? After all, many important and valuable discoveries in human history came from a group of less successful products."

"Let Marius go with you. He is one of the best captains of the Imperial Guard and is capable of handling anything. Although he is a little arrogant, he is indeed strong and reliable." The Emperor ordered.

"As you command, my lord." Malcador bowed and saluted. However, what he could not have imagined was that this encounter not only gave him a friend, but also bought him a chance of survival in the future!

"New orders?" Half an hour later, Marius returned to his room, having received the order. His face was not in good spirits. This order commanded him, a Captain of the Custodians, to accompany the Sigillite to meet a mortal. Marius would resolutely carry out the Emperor's orders; it was an honor to accompany the Sigillite, the Emperor's right-hand man, on this mission. But the problem lay in the last point: meeting a mortal! It made him feel strange, even uncomfortable. The Custodians were the Emperor's blades, each one of them the Imperium's most elite and terrifying. But that didn't mean they were without their own thoughts and mindsets. Despite the psychological indoctrination, they still had their own emotions and judgments.

Checking the time, Marius entered another room, where his usual weapons and equipment, along with a vast collection of books, were stored. Unlike mass-produced Space Marines, each Custodian was practically crafted by the Emperor. More than just warriors and generals, they also served as scholars, advisors, spies, and other roles. Marius's role was that of a scholar. In his spare time, he would immerse himself in the ocean of history and knowledge, absorbing nourishment and preparing for his next mission.

The moment the fleet emerged from the Warp, Malcador and his retainers had already boarded a specially constructed ship, destined for Fenris. The Emperor would recover the lost Primarch, while they would investigate the planet where he had lived, and that special mortal. The ship darted from its hangar and sped towards the planet of ice and fire.

Chapter 17 Meeting with the Seal Master 1

"What is that?" As the ship sped across the sea, a massive figure suddenly emerged, its tentacles, several hundred meters long, reaching for the Sigillite's Stormbird. The pilot quickly maneuvered the ship to evade the attack, while its laser cannons unleashed a series of deadly beams. A moment later, the Kraken, throbbing with pain, returned to the surface, its blood spilling out across the water.

"It's hard to believe such a gigantic monster could appear here," Marius's expression changed slightly. Even the experienced Marius was surprised to see the shadow gradually disappearing from the sea. When the Sigillite and his companions first arrived on this planet, Fenris had "welcomed" them in his own unique way.

In the distance, an island was experiencing earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. As lava surged from the earth's crust, the island suddenly grew dozens of meters taller. Hundreds of kilometers away, a corner of the continent collapsed, sending countless rocks tumbling into the sea, triggering a tsunami of moderate size.

"The humans who live here are a testament to the resilience and greatness of life," Malcador said with some emotion. Even after countless years with the Emperor, an environment as extreme as Fenris was still rare.

"Master of the Seals, we have discovered a group of natives who are hunting."

"Very good, let's start collecting genes. I'm very interested in this planet." The Sigillite nodded, and then the Stormbird roared past, dropping stasis bombs to the ground. Marius and the Mechanicus's Biological Magus descended from the spacecraft. The latter was to collect and analyze the genes, and perform memory erasure after completion, while Marius was responsible for vigilance.

In just a few minutes, the genetic extraction was complete. Returning to the Stormbird, the Bio-Magnus immediately began analyzing the data and uploading it back to the mothership. The Stormbird continued its flight towards the Iron Islands. The Sigillite, meanwhile, considered how to approach the target. The Emperor's guidance allowed Him to easily lock onto the target.

"We have one Terra hour left to reach the target area." A servant reported to Marius.

"The Sigillite..." Marius looked at Malcador.

"I've already figured out how to meet. Everything is under control." The Seal Master smiled. "Before we officially meet, I think we need to get a deeper understanding of this place."

"You're here again?" Balder, strolling along the breakwater, glanced at the old man in animal skins in the distance. He claimed to be a tribal elder from Asaheim and a son of the storm. Two days ago, Balder, having taken a break, came here and encountered the old man. His witty conversation and profound experience delighted Balder greatly.

This was a true sage. This wisdom wasn't the incomprehensible and indescribable technology of the Infinite Ones, nor was it the divinely-mighty wisdom of Nyadra. Rather, it was the wisdom honed through the experience of living and fighting in the mortal realm. His words and stories might seem ordinary, but upon closer inspection, one could sense the profound meaning and truth within them. And today, Balder had arrived as promised, hoping to exchange some more words with this sage.

"I am a psychic. Psychic power is powerful, granting me extraordinary powers. I can easily kill a mammoth with it. But I don't like the feeling. Every time I use it, I feel like I'm being watched by some being. Young man, if possible, limit the use of this power." The old man sighed, his sigh filled with endless memories of the past.

"Psychic power is a double-edged sword. Once it exceeds a limit, it will lead to serious consequences. Moreover, many times, the user does not know where this limit is." Balder said seriously, looking at the old man's weathered face.

"I'm trying my best to avoid using psionics. In fact, many Stormborn also limit their abilities. There are records of tragedies caused by exceeding limits in various tribes. So I ask my subordinates to reduce the use of psionics to the lowest possible level. The lowest possible level."

"Very good, I hope you can remember this. Even though the existence of psychic power is necessary, we still have to be extremely vigilant." Obviously, the old man was very satisfied with Balder's answer.

"Child, I am very satisfied with you. Whether it is your vision, your ideals, your abilities or your vigilance against potential dangers, I am very satisfied." The old man said with some emotion, looking at Balder carefully with his eyes.

"Especially your management skills, or rather, your philosophy of ruling. I've seen many people, not just in Asaheim but elsewhere, who appear to be well-dressed rulers and nobles, but are actually corrupt. But you are different. You pursue technology and civilization, open up education and various resources, allowing everyone to have a path to advancement. You care for the vulnerable within your people, and don't restrict or weaken others for your own benefit. Some of your actions can be crude and crude, and you lack flexibility, but that's okay; time will hone these skills. I can help you."

The old man chattered on, his words filled with joy and solemnity. And precisely because of this, Balder sensed something strange. Combined with what he had seen earlier, a conclusion became clear: the man before him was definitely not a native of Fenris, but an emissary of the Emperor!

Balder's mind raced, connecting the dots. The Emperor had arrived, and he would undoubtedly meet his son. Russ would undoubtedly mention him. As for his son's allies, the Emperor would undoubtedly devote a small amount of attention to this matter. Therefore, sending an envoy to investigate was inevitable. This person before him was the Emperor's envoy. As for who he was, Balder didn't know, and he didn't actively use his psychic powers to find out.

Meanwhile, the old man, the Sigillite with a mission, was observing Balder. As he had said, it was truly admirable that someone born on such a deadly world could achieve what he had today. Indeed, it was admirable. In such a dire environment, he still pursued civilization and technology, still fought for the welfare of his people, and was completely wary of psychic powers. In Malcador's view, such a talent must be cultivated. He would make his own contribution to the Emperor's cause.

Chapter 18 Meeting with the Seal Master 2

However, in Malcador's eyes, Balder's value is not limited to this. In the past few days, Malcador received news from the fleet that the biological sages in the fleet have conducted research and analysis on the genes of the Fenrisians.

They concluded that, in order to adapt to the harsh environment of Fenris, the ancestors of the Fenrisians tampered with their own genes and added special genes that made them stronger and more resilient. However, this also left hidden dangers, the hidden dangers of wildness!

Although the Fenrisians were considered pure according to the Emperor's standards, this potential pitfall had already caused some purists to raise objections. However, all of this was no longer a problem after Malcador met Balder.

Because, the native Fenrisian who appeared before the Imperial Seal had already eliminated this hidden danger! He had also gained astonishing physical strength and potential. Even in front of Balder, the always proud Marius admitted that this leader from Fenris had great potential.

Thus, a seemingly funny scene appeared. The imperial guards that the emperor had worked so hard to create were actually not as good as the one in front of him.

So much so that in his report to the Emperor, Malcador claimed that this Forger of Fenris was the pinnacle of evolution in nature! Coupled with his mental strength and tenacity, as well as his good character, Malcador had a vague feeling that this was the ultimate human the Emperor desired!

Of course, Balder didn't know the Sigillite's intentions. Even if he did, he'd probably say deep down, "Necrophile, awesome!" Because the changes Trazyn made to himself were entirely genetic. Unlike the Space Marines, who simply implanted internal organs, Trazyn performed a comprehensive genetic optimization.

As for psychic power and spirit, it should be the Eldar God of Death and God of Laughter who wield the knife. When it comes to the study of soul and life and death, the Eldar are definitely the masters. Guilliman in the 40K era needed the power of the God of Death to be completely resurrected, let alone the current 30K era.

The Emperor was nowhere near as powerful as those of later generations, so it was normal that his methods were unrecognizable. And what about the Malcador before him? Facing this mad and dark universe, even the wisest of humanity would be powerless to overcome many challenges. Often, you wouldn't even realize it!

If possible, Malcador really wanted to bring Balder with him to train him. He already had the potential to be a perfect human being, like a piece of unpolished jade. It would be a pity if he could not be polished.

But just yesterday, he received news that there was a special alliance between the man in front of him and the Primarch, and the two sides would share weal and woe. This made Malcador feel a little regretful, but after a little thought, an idea emerged from Malcador's mind.

"My child, I know the agreement between you and the King of Fenris. You signed an alliance for the future of Fenris and mankind. You provide wisdom and technology. The King of Fenris is responsible for ruling. The cooperation between the two parties is based on need."

The Sigillite's tone revealed a sense of vicissitudes. "But if one day the King of Fenris finds a better choice and no longer needs the forge and wisdom of the Iron Islands, then what will you do?"

With that, Malcador projected a psychic projection. In it, a vast, majestic fleet sailed through the universe, towering warriors in golden and crimson armor vying for the lead amid the roars of Titans. On a planet dotted with forges, countless war machines churned out. From a high-orbital shipyard, starship after starship launched, soaring into the depths of space. Countless unimaginable beings battled in the void, more powerful than the legendary gods of Fenris, yet ultimately, they were torn to pieces by the unparalleled might of the Imperium.

"My child, the King of Fenris will possess everything I have just shown him. They will fight with technology you can hardly imagine. Humanity needs an outstanding commander and the tenacity and bravery of the Fenrisians to build a great army. The forges of the Iron Islands are not so needed, as the Empire and Mars can provide everything. Your technology is too backward. Although reality is a bit cruel, it is reality after all."

"Faced with an unchangeable reality, people need to learn to adapt. We always make choices. I admit that the oath between Russ and you is correct and conforms to the needs and will of the Fenrisians. But now, everything you were familiar with before is insignificant. You must learn to change and show your talents in a completely new field." Malcador said earnestly.

"Who is this guy..." Balder didn't care about Malcador's words. After all, what Malcador showed him was what he knew. As for technology? Sorry, Balder, who had some of humanity's Golden Age technology provided by the Figure King and the Eldar, and even some alien technology, really looked down on most of the mechanical guys on Mars.

It's just that he has the knowledge, but no means to monetize it. After all, you can't build a spaceship by hand. As long as he goes through the necessary steps, such as knowledge infusion, Balder can use his cheats reasonably.

Essentially, Balder and the Primarchs are very similar; both possessed a special ability. It's just that their origins differed, and Balder himself believed his intelligence was superior to that of some of the Primarchs.

So, rather than Malcador's verbal attacks, Balder was more concerned about the identity of this old man who was trying to recruit him. He couldn't be tempted. The oath he had made with Russ was still ringing in his mind, and their fates were intertwined. The future of Fenris needed him. After all, judging by the Wolves' operations and performance in the 30 era... Balder was truly worried. He was born in Fenris, and he was a Fenrisian. That couldn't be changed!

"Are you a foreigner?" Balder asked.

"You don't seem surprised?" Malcador observed Balder's reaction carefully.

"I have encountered them before, but they weren't as easy to deal with as you were last time," Balder said with a wry smile, then projected a similar psychic image. In this projection, the World Engine hung high in the sky above Fenris, a scene that stunned Malcador.

Balder knew that even if he didn't say anything, the Wolf King would. This was a source of worry for Russ, and it seemed there was no solution now... After all, even if boarding could destroy the World Engine, they could still leave. Humans couldn't stop them! Unless the Emperor descended!

"Damn it, damn it, to be abominated by the ancients!" Malcador knew about the Undead.

"Son, tell me about what happened then and what happened afterwards," Malcador asked seriously after a brief moment of shock. "Trust me, my master is Russ's father. You may call me Malcador." Balder was shocked when he heard this. After all, an invitation from the Imperial Chancellor was quite significant...

Chapter 19 Meeting with the Seal Master 3

"Forget it, the chancellor's subordinates are no match for the comforts of a provincial governor." Balder's mind wavered for less than a second before regaining its composure. The two sides then exchanged information psychically, with Malcador even making a psychic call to the Emperor.

The Emperor's reply to Malcador was also very simple. At present, it seemed that the other party had no ill intentions, so he would investigate secretly and put the rest aside for now.

Malcador wasn't surprised by this. After all, what if you didn't let it go? Would you seek revenge on that unknown World Engine? Was he overthinking it? Historically, revenge for gene-seed theft hadn't been exacted in 40...

"Alright, son, this matter has temporarily exceeded our expectations. We can discuss other matters, such as your future. I am very optimistic about your abilities and your ideas. You will be an excellent administrator. Your ideals and values ​​will be reflected in your future work. You will become my disciple, conveying the Emperor's will throughout the galaxy and assisting me in governing this vast empire."

Malcador's words were sincere. He liked the man before him very much, even feeling that such a person shouldn't have been born in such a barbaric land. Even the most rational people can have their emotional moments, and sometimes love doesn't require much justification.

"You are a great man, and I believe that any great man is not just about ability; he must have his own ideals to support him! Individual humans are not powerful, but with the support of ideals, we can achieve many miracles! Only with the support of a great ideal can people have the courage to overcome all difficulties and persevere. Vows and ideals are the pillars of a person's ideals. I cannot retreat and abandon my oath because of difficulties." Balder said seriously. The sincerity in his words moved even him!

"Everything you just showed me points to one thing: I'm unable to fulfill my obligations because I lack the necessary knowledge. However, this problem is not insurmountable. I believe that in the field of science, in addition to the hard foundation of accumulated knowledge, ideas are equally important. A good idea can solve many problems. And I believe that simply accumulating knowledge is not a problem for me."

"My lord, the King of Fenris chose me to be his companion. We signed a covenant under the witness of Fenris. Unless, one day, Russ tells me that my ability is no longer sufficient to serve the people of Fenris, or if one of us betrays the agreement and harms this planet and its compatriots, we will end this covenant. If it is the former, I will leave quietly and start anew. If it is the latter, both I and the Wolf King will execute the traitor!"

"Very good. I understand you and respect you very much, because we are the same kind of people, people who persist because of ideals and missions. We have suffered a lot of hardships, and long-term accumulation and efforts have turned into nothing. But what can we do? Maybe we will cry, maybe we will be angry, but on the next day, we will continue to stand up and work hard for our career. Maybe failures will follow, maybe we will fall, but before we fall, we will fight to the end! I understand you very well, my child." Makado walked up and patted Bader on the shoulder and said with a serious expression.

"Remember your oath, and try to adapt to your new environment." Malcador had been persuaded by Balder.

But then he continued with a hint of resignation, "If your talents are limited to Fenris, it would be a waste of your talents as an administrator and forge master. If one day you desire a wider scope, you can come to me. It won't be considered a violation of our oath, because I believe the Wolf King will agree and support you."

"There are many planets in the galaxy that could support human life. So why can Fenrisians only survive on Fenris? Why can't we go elsewhere?" Balder asked. "Could it be that, as the son of the Lord of Mankind, he can only dedicate the power of one planet to the Great Crusade?"

"You just said that there are 1000 people on a cruiser. How many people are there in the entire Fenris? A few million? Or at most more than million. It is our responsibility and obligation to fight for the revival of mankind, but look at the environment in Fenris. We are under tremendous pressure to survive. Among the hundreds of thousands or even more planets in the galaxy, can't we be arranged with other planets for the descendants of Fenris to survive?" said Balder.

What should the Wolf Group do if they want to develop? Are they really just going to cling to Fenris as an ice hockey puck? That's definitely not going to work!

Guilliman's experience tells us that if a Legion wants to grow rapidly, it needs to establish logistics and territory! Therefore, the Fenrisians must go out and stake out territory during the Great Crusade. And not just Fenris. Balder, if possible, must also control other worlds. This provides supplies and troops. Even if they can't become Space Marines, they can still become naval officers and auxiliary troops.

Given Rus's favor, it wasn't difficult to do this, but Rus, or most of the other Primarchs, preferred to recruit soldiers from their own families, unlike Guilliman's impartiality.

That kind of magnanimity and generosity, where everyone is a family, as long as the U-shaped toilet seat is closed, deserves the fact that many regiments are short of personnel. Of course, the same is true of Russ, but that won't happen in this plane. Balder will try his best to convince Russ, and even if he can't, once the Fenrisians spread to other worlds, they can provide more troops.

(We'll discuss the issue of the Wolf Pack's gene-seed later. Actually, the members of Terra's Wolf Pack didn't mutate. As for why the Wolf Pack mutated, it was because Russ only recruited soldiers from Fenris. The originally pure gene-seed combined with the Fenris Wolf Spiral could cause mutations. As a result, because they only recruited soldiers from Fenris, the originally pure seed was contaminated by the Wolf Spiral. After most of Terra's Wolf Pack members died, there was no clean gene-seed left. This is why...)

"You are very ambitious." Malcador fell into deep thought at Balder's suggestion. In reality, the Legion could either recruit soldiers from elsewhere or recruit its own auxiliary legions.

It's not impossible for the Fenrisians to settle on other planets and then bring them under the Wolf King's command. Of course, all this has a prerequisite, that is, you can manage these worlds well and have made enough contributions to do things well.

The Emperor and Malcador could give these things to the Wolves, but the key to controlling people is, "I can give them to you, but I won't give them easily, otherwise you won't cherish them and may even become more ambitious." Even though Malcador was very optimistic about Balder, his rationality was still online. His rationality told him that he needed the Wolves to perform well in exchange for these rights.

"But you must prove your ability. Use the blade in your hand to expand the territory for mankind, use the hammer in your hand to forge various equipment for the future development of mankind, and use your wisdom to manage and control these planets and subjects." Malcador wrote a blank check that could be cashed.

"I will use practical actions to prove my loyalty and ability to the Lord of Mankind and the Wolf King." Balder was very satisfied with the result. Malcador could also tell lies, but on this matter, Balder believed that Malcador was sincere.

"Alright, get ready. I'll make arrangements for you. The Wolf King will meet you soon," Malcador concluded. Just as Balder and the Sigillite concluded their conversation, the Emperor finally met his Sixth Son.

Chapter 20: Different Meeting, Same Beating 1

"Qiaolin Blood Howl! Lead the team to search again! Someone has entered my palace!"

Rus's roar echoed once again in the royal court. This afternoon, Rus was handling government affairs when he suddenly sensed an unknown presence entering his palace. He thought it was just a minor inconvenience, so he handed the task over to his blood relative.

Qiaolin Bloodhowl and his guards searched the entire palace, even the cellars and sewers, but found no one. Russ sensed that this being was still wandering around the palace. Just now, it was in a banquet hall, and now it was heading towards the library! Russ had a feeling that things were developing in a direction he couldn't have anticipated.

As his men once again summoned the guards to search for the intruder, Russ took a deep breath, walked to the weapon rack, and pulled out the weapon personally forged for him by Balder Ironforge. Under the light, the Kraken's teeth and the Frost Crystal embedded in the blade emitted a cold, dim glow.

"My brother, I will use the weapon you made to deal with this damn enemy!" With the help of his servants, Russ dressed neatly and walked towards the library with a long sword named Lightning Strike.

At this time, the Emperor, as an intruder, had no awareness of being an outsider. He wandered leisurely in the palace of Rus, looking at the building that combined the wildness and power of Fenris with the wisdom and art of its builders, and would comment on it from time to time.

On the side were the royal guards who were hurriedly passing by. They could not see the tall Lord of Humanity. The unfortunate Qiao Lin Blood Howl had passed by Him three times, but he never realized that the intruder he was looking for was less than 5 meters away from him at the closest!

This time, Qiao Lin brushed past the Emperor once again, running towards the warehouse. Behind him was a group of neatly dressed, though somewhat disorganized, guards. They shouted, their iron boots clashing sharply against the smooth stone slabs of the ground, causing the Emperor to express slight dissatisfaction.

He loves order and hates chaos. After a moment's contemplation, the Emperor snapped his fingers, and Qiao Lin and the guards, who were originally heading towards the warehouse, inexplicably turned to the kitchen on the other side.

"It's a surprise to see a library in such a wild world." The Emperor smiled as he looked at the Fenrisian characters on the door of the Royal Court Library. Then, with a slight movement, he passed through the closed door and entered the hall.

The entire hall was divided into two parts. One part contained books, maps, and some sand tables. The Emperor walked over and casually flipped through some of the books. The knowledge contained in them was so meager for the Emperor, but it made Him very happy.

In the extremely harsh environment of Fenris, humans are still trying their best to pass on history and knowledge, and to describe and transform the world to the best of their ability. This makes the Emperor very happy. In the people of Fenris, He sees a tenacious spirit, the fire of civilization, and unremitting efforts.

He then arrived at a display of models. There stood a model of Rus's flagship, the Lemann Hammer. Looking at the 1:100 scale model, the Emperor's eyes flickered slightly. His extraordinary mind and vast knowledge allowed him to discern the ship's excellent form, balancing stability and speed. He then glanced at the plan view of the warship next to the model. The excellent design ensured the vessel possessed excellent structural strength and margins.

Seeing this, the Emperor's smile widened, for primitive science had emerged in this harsh environment. He had a higher opinion of the people on this planet and his own son.

He had originally believed that his son would be nothing more than a barbarian in this planet's environment, and at best, a sharp-minded, brave, and fearless commander. But now, it seemed, he was also carefully cultivating and nurturing the flames of civilization and technology here. It seemed that his previous plans might need to be revised.

Then He came to the other side of the library, where Rus's spoils over the years were collected, including a huge mammoth head, a sea monster's spine, and various weapons and armor he used. As soon as he walked in, he could feel a wild atmosphere coming towards him.

All these achievements are enough to make anyone proud, but the Emperor is not very interested in this, because for His children, these are just the most basic abilities and nothing to be surprised about.

Then He came to a corner of the room, where He saw a leather covenant with the oath of Rus and Balder written on it. The Emperor was slightly stunned, stretched out his hand, and a golden light fell on the oath. A moment later, He knew the whole cause and effect of the matter.

Thinking about the message from Malcador, He fell into deep thought. At this moment, the sudden chaos outside the door interrupted His thoughts. Rus's thunderous voice passed through the long corridor and the closed door and rang in the Emperor's ears.

"You thief hiding in the gutter! You wield a vicious sorcerer of witchcraft! How dare you come to the palace of King Fenris? Do you dare to stand up and fight me one on one?"