Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Yes, sir." Nimin finally nodded.

At the highest level of the station, the Lord of Mankind and His Son were reviewing the overall situation. This plan was ultimately approved by the Emperor, and Russ also agreed. It could even be said that Leman Russ agreed and supported it only after the Emperor guaranteed that the entire plan would not result in serious casualties.

"What do you think about letting your brothers and blood relatives conflict with each other, my child?" The Emperor asked coldly as he looked at Sector 15 where a conflict was about to break out.

"A wolf pack must eventually have a wolf king, and the path to the Wolf King's rise to power has always been filled with fighting and killing. Among the people led by the Balder brothers and Jolin Bloodhowl, one of them must surrender. It's like a loser showing his belly to the Wolf King." Russ sighed and said with some sadness.

Russ was willing to share power with Balder. After all, Russ felt they were a perfect match, each with their own strengths and shared common understandings. However, many of Russ's subordinates had strong opinions about Balder, creating a potential problem within the team.

Before, Russ's subordinates were in Asaheim and Balder was in the Iron Islands. The two sides were not together and had different jobs. In the future, the two will fight together. If a problem arises at this time, it will be a big problem. Therefore, before he takes control of the legion, he must solve this problem!

There is only one solution, and that is for Balder to completely subdue Qiao Lin, Blood Howl and others with practical actions!

That's right, that was Rus's idea. He wanted to use the most direct and efficient method of the Fenrisians to solve the problem. Rus never considered that Balder would lose! He even felt that even if he gave Qiaolin Bloodhowl and the others a full set of individual weapons, the result would still be the same.

Russ was simply worried that Balder, once emotionally agitated, might kill his own blood relatives... However, after the Emperor assured him that nothing would go wrong, Russ decided to carry out this plan. On the one hand, it was to resolve the hidden dangers within the Legion, and on the other hand, it was to see if Balder's mind matched his life experience.

"Give Blood Howl and the others weapons. I want Balder to completely subdue these people!" Russ said finally.

What neither the Emperor nor Russ had anticipated was that Balder, resting in the Vision Salon, was also contemplating a question: what should he do in the face of Fenris's most stubborn and malicious group, led by Jolin Bloodhowl? Balder disliked Jolin Bloodhowl immensely! What he had done was truly disgusting to Balder!

One thing this guy did was that when fighting Duran, because he refused to accept the communication of the Dark Angels, Qiao Lin Blood Howl's ship attacked the Dark Angels' boarding warships and the boarding team, which indirectly caused the subsequent cat-and-dog war.

There's really no way to wash away this kind of behavior of mistakenly killing an ally! At the end of the Heresy, this guy and his brothers got lost in the Eye of Terror, which indirectly led to Russ's departure.

In this plane, a group led by Qiaolin Bloodhowl had been causing him trouble, and it was indeed inconvenient for him to deal with them. After all, they were Rus's blood relatives, and after all, they didn't work together. Out of sight, out of mind, he would just put up with it.

But in the future, the two sides will fight side by side. What if Qiao Lin Blood Howl makes another mistake? Things on the battlefield can't be tolerated! That will cause trouble!

Therefore, Balder's final plan has two options. The first is to seize the opportunity to completely defeat his opponent! The second option is, don't let me work with you! Balder can cooperate with other companies, and can act with Heimdall and Sturgard's companies. Whoever is willing to lead this unfortunate guy can do it!

To be honest, if we just look at character and quality, the Wolf Pack in 30K is not as good as that in 40K. Logan is an excellent leader with a sense of justice, courage and carefulness, and is highly trusted by the people.

The Wolves' stabbing of their comrades during the Month of Shame demonstrates their sense of justice. And during the 13th Dark Crusade, Logan's selection as commander-in-chief further demonstrates his prestige. It's worth noting that Azrael of the Dark Angels was also present, but ultimately failed to defeat Logan. This is arguably the greatest victory ever achieved by the Children of Russ over the Children of the Lion!

As for his abilities? Logan, having banished two Daemon Primarchs, was a unique figure among 40-era Space Marines! As for defeating Jorin Bloodhowl, that wasn't Balder's first choice. It wasn't a question of ability, but rather a matter of prestige for Russ. If he wasn't with Jorin Bloodhowl, and if he didn't cause trouble within the Legion, Balder could simply ignore him. Everyone could save face, but if he did, that was another matter.

During this period, in addition to thinking about the future of the Wolf Pack, Balder also devoted a little energy to Nimeen. The last time he encountered the Dark Angels, Balder knew with his toes that there must be a problem.

Someone is plotting against me, and my every move is being monitored. If I don't fight back under such provocation, it really goes against my character. As the leader of a faction, I can be approachable and modest. But the most important thing is to be decisive and fight back against any malicious provocation when conditions permit!

So, under the watchful eyes of some people, Bader launched a reasonable and orderly counterattack.

The Dark Angels, of course, were powerful, but they were also quite arrogant. The other Chapters' Space Marines considered them brothers, while the DA aspired to be the "big brother" among the Space Marines, which was a bit awkward. This perception gap made the Dark Angels somewhat out of place. Thinking back to the memories of the cat-and-dog relationship, Balder was speechless.

As for choosing Nimeen, there was a reason for it. He possessed considerable abilities, possessing both spiritual and martial skills. He survived the Randan War and became the first Grand Master of the Grey Knights. While Balder had his own opinions about many of the actions of the later Grey Knights, he still held this original Grand Master in high esteem. Nimeen was undoubtedly arranged by someone, but for once, Balder decided to forgive this loyal Dark Angel.

Chapter 26 Fenrisian Persuasion 2

"Sir Balder, the training in District 15 has been temporarily suspended, and Heimdall and others are there. If you want to look for him, you can go now." At this time, Nimeen's voice was heard outside the box, and Balder's keen spiritual perception realized that something was about to happen.

"Okay, let's go together." Balder stood up and said. Meanwhile, in the senior officer training area of ​​the fifteenth district, the future Space Wolves who were taking a break were chatting together.

"These are the weapons a warrior should possess, and fighting, blood, and drinking are the lives that Fenrisian men should pursue! Those blacksmiths should hide in dark corners and serve us. Why should they stand shoulder to shoulder with us at the king's side? We are the most reliable and powerful people around the king!"

Qiao Lin Bloodhowl said excitedly while holding a power suit. As his body moved, the Terminator armored servo let out a low roar, like a beast ready to attack.

After some surgical modifications and adaptations, Qiao Lin was able to control the armor more effectively, which made him feel full of power. Even if a Fenris mammoth was in front of him, it would only take a few hits!

"What knowledge? What wisdom? The so-called knowledge is nothing more than a short indoctrination. Wisdom? It is indeed important, but our king is a commander and a conqueror, and we just need to do our own thing. Thinking is my lord's business. We are a legion, and we possess unparalleled power! If Balder cannot become a warrior, then he must disappear from the royal court!" Qiao Lin raised the battle axe in his hand and waved it a few times with exaggerated gestures.

"Blood Howl, you can't say that." Heimdall on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

"The King and the Iron Islands formed an alliance under the witness of Fenris, and the alliance should not be invalidated due to changes in the status of the participants. This is a betrayal of one's own promise. Moreover, the King did not cancel the covenant, nor did he even have the intention to do so. According to the covenant, Lord Balder should be the Lord of the Legion, second only to our Primarch."

"What the king needs are warriors! Warriors, understand? While we were familiarizing ourselves with the equipment and working hard on the training grounds, what was Balder doing? He wasn't even there, so listless and so resistant to his duty as a warrior. He's no longer worthy of being the king's sworn brother."

Jolin Bloodhowl spoke as he approached Heimdall, his teeth gnashing with warnings and threats typical of Fenris. As Russ's personal guard, Bloodhowl's combat prowess was unquestionable. This was his pride.

"Whether to continue the alliance is a decision that only the Primarch can make, and before the Primarch makes a decision..."

"Enough! You are Balder's lapdog. I don't know what benefits he has given you. Since you went to the Iron Islands, you have changed. You are no longer the same! You are no longer like a warrior. Your actions and words have tarnished the glory of a warrior. You have presided over the retreat to the Iron Islands time and time again! You..." Blood Howl said as he tapped Heimdall's breastplate with his fingers, and this action made Heimdall a little unbearable.

"Enough! Do you want to make fun of us?" Holmi Longgang intervened. He first pulled Blood Howl away, who had been acting a bit out of line, and then said to Heimdall, whose face was livid, "Things are constantly changing, my friend. The King told us that there are no unchangeable traditions, and the same is true for other things."

Holmi Longgang was considered neutral. He had a neutral attitude towards Balder, but he also believed that Balder should not be the second-in-command of the Legion. After all, Balder was only an equipment manufacturer, and now that the Mechanicum had become the equipment provider for the Legion, the Iron Islands were no longer of much use. Of course, due to the previous oath between the two parties, Holmi could not directly violate the agreement, so he could only hint at it.

"Remember, the king only needs warriors! Brave warriors!" Blood Howl, who was pulled away, still roared.

"A warrior? You can be considered a warrior in this state?" As the door of the officers' training room was opened, Balder walked in with a sneer. He did not glare or fight back against Qiaolin Bloodhowl with roars and threats, but his eyes were full of contempt.

"Do you really think that having advanced equipment makes you a warrior? No, you are too stubborn. You neither know your responsibilities nor have the ability to fulfill them. You are not even strong enough."

"Shut up! You deceived the king!" Bloodhowl, brandishing his battle axe, approached Balder, while his subordinates stopped Heimdall and Holmín from trying to dissuade him. "You are insulting me! And I issue you a Fenrisian challenge! I am no longer the same! And you will pay the price if you..."

"Come, let me see how you are different now that you have a new toy. I haven't been transformed and I am still a mortal like before." Balder emphasized the word "mortal" in his tone.

"Lord Balder you cannot..."

"Blood Howl, stop now. The king won't allow it..." Heimdall and Homir tried to stop the fight. They shouted loudly, while beside them, Blood Howl's subordinates had already picked up their weapons and struck their shields, howling in battle to cheer for their lord.

"Minion, help me watch over those bystanders. I believe you can complete this task." Balder pointed to Heimdall and Holmir who were stopped nearby. "Don't interrupt this boring competition. This is a necessary competition."

"Okay, Lord Balder." Nimeen walked up, pushed away Blood Howl's subordinates, and then with the help of psychic power, he dragged Heimdall, who was still a new recruit, to the side in a few moves, and then walked towards Homir on the other side.

"Holy crap! This Inner Circle Superman is truly formidable." Balder thought to himself as he watched Nemean's movements. Seeing these clean, sharp movements, their speed and strength, and their psychic abilities, Balder couldn't help but sigh in admiration at Nemean's strength. He truly lived up to being one of the founders of the Grey Knights. Of course, all of this was judged by the standards of a Space Marine.

It was obvious that Balder was distracted on the battlefield, even turning his head towards Nimin, as if he didn't take the battle seriously. This undoubtedly angered Blood Howl.

He grasped a circular storm shield in one hand and his battle axe in the other, roaring like a Fenrisian wolf as he charged towards Balder. Aided by his power armor, Blood Howl sprinted at full speed, his Power Axe activated, its Disintegration Field rapidly enveloping the axe! Lightning danced through the air, oxygen transforming into ozone, a faint, strange smell permeating the air. As Blood Howl swung his power axe, it was as relentless and deadly as the chill winds of Fenris!

Chapter 27 Fenrisian Persuasion 3

"Shit, they're going to attack right away? That's unsportsmanlike!" Balder was relatively inexperienced in combat, but that didn't matter. If he was careless, the opponent wouldn't be able to hit him! The Eldar's buff greatly improved Balder's agility and perception. In his eyes, Blood Howl's attack was no faster than a snail.

Balder retreated a short distance at lightning speed, creating some distance. His battle axe whistled down and struck the air. Then, under the gaze of almost everyone, Balder raised his right hand and clenched his fist! Then, like a cannonball, his fist slammed into Blood Howl's storm shield.

In reality, with Balder's speed and reflexes, he could easily have slipped between the shield and axe before the opponent swung his weapon, striking the Terminator's armor. But after some thought, Balder decided against it, fearing danger. So, he relied solely on physical strength, not even his psychic powers.

Boom! A loud noise echoed as fists and shields collided violently. Then, with a crack, the wolf head engraving on the Storm Shield was shattered, even the shield surface was distorted!

Under everyone's surprised and even horrified gaze, Blood Howl flew sideways at a speed even faster than his previous attack, slamming heavily onto the ground and sliding for another dozen meters before coming to rest. His speed was so fast that the Wolf Regiment's new recruits, who hadn't yet completed their full transformation, couldn't see clearly. Only Nimean saw the whistling fist shadow.

"Hiss... Miscalculated. My hand hurts a little." Balder frowned slightly. The Storm Shield's hardness was still a little beyond his expectations. However, in the eyes of the newcomers of the Wolf Pack, it seemed that they were somewhat dissatisfied with the previous attack.

"No, that's all?" Balder said, a hint of disdain crossing his face. "With this level of skill, you still call yourself a warrior? You don't even have the strength to strike! What are you doing standing next to Russ? Acting as a flagpole?" Balder said as he walked towards Blood Howl and stopped a few meters away.

At that moment, Blood Howl felt as if he'd been struck by a mammoth, his entire body dazed. Not only him, but even his Terminator armor had been shaken to the point of malfunction. His shield was useless, needless to say. His left hand, which held it, ached intensely, and cracks appeared on the armor on his arm. Blood Howl gasped for air, struggling to stand as he'd learned. A minute later, he finally climbed to his feet, gazing at Balder with a glare of fury and derangement.

That's right, it was madness. Some people, after being severely wounded, would fear and retreat, while others would become even more frantic. Blood Howl happened to be the latter. He stared at the opponent like a cornered wolf, moving slowly. Heimdall and Holmir, who had been pulled away, tried to speak out to stop him, but all their attempts were thwarted by Minin's psychic energy.

Then, Blood Howl made a move that surprised everyone, and it was precisely because of this move that Balder's opinion of Blood Howl improved a little bit! He quickly waved his hand, and a group of his subordinates quickly grabbed their weapons and surrounded him!

"Interesting." Balder nodded in satisfaction, believing that Blood Howl's shamelessness matched his own. Fighting, that's how it should be. No need for martial ethics!

Balder moved quickly, his mental combat skills spontaneously activated. He constantly shifted his position, preventing too many enemies from approaching him simultaneously. Then, he enveloped his hands in a layer of psionic energy. This wasn't the kind of violent energy that burned or cut, but rather a repulsive force field, designed to push opponents away. He also wore a psionic shield to protect himself. Balder didn't want to escalate the situation, but he wanted to be safe.

With a snap, a young man in power armor was thrown aside.

With a swish, a hand stretched out like lightning, caught a little guy who tried to attack from behind, and then Balder smashed him onto a wild wolf next to him.

The continuous attacks were launched with far less force than the one he used to hit Blood Howl, and more of them just bounced off the opponent. By Balder's standards, it could be considered as gentle handling.

To outsiders, the contest seemed like it could have ended. Balder had already demonstrated his overwhelming superiority and was unwilling to escalate the situation. If the wolves knew when to advance and retreat, they would have surrendered. Balder already had the upper hand; continuing the fight was pointless. It would only draw contempt.

"Your companions are a little unsettling." Nimeen relaxed and walked over to Homir. Heimdall was obviously Balder's friend, so Nimeen wouldn't say such things to him. "This battle should be over, and that fellow called Blood Howl seems to have no self-awareness."

The continuous failures made Qiao Lin Xuehao more and more irritable. After being knocked away for the second time, he stood up again and stared at the figure not far away. The pain in his body and the rapid release of hormones raised his spirits to the limit. When he was injured, his fighting spirit and perception were at their highest.

He knew he was making a fool of himself, he knew he was incompetent, he was not only losing face as a Rus warrior, he was also losing face for the Primarch.

But he was unwilling to give up, because he knew that if he did, he would never be able to speak loudly to this person again. Although Blood Howl could be a jerk at times, he had his own merits in being chosen by Russ. Of course, Balder believed that it was mainly because of their close relationship...

Blood Howl was gasping for breath, gradually adjusting his state, and constantly looking for the best opportunity to attack. When Balder knocked the last of his subordinates to the ground, Blood Howl was just in Balder's blind spot, and then, Blood Howl launched!

This time, he uttered no battle cry. Like a long-suffering Fenris direwolf, he charged at his target with even greater speed and agility than before. Even Minien was surprised by his performance, for he was a notch faster than before! Even more deadly than his first attack!

"Interesting." However, this attack was futile in Balder's eyes. He wanted to end the battle as soon as possible. This time he was ready to face his opponent head-on and completely beat Blood Howl into despair.

Balder turned his body and met Blood Howl's battle axe head-on, then raised his left arm, which was wrapped in psychic energy! A moment later, the decomposition point on the battle axe and Balder's psychic energy collided like a tide rushing towards the embankment.

In an instant, supernatural energy engulfed the whistling axe! The decomposition field was pierced by the psychic energy, and the runes and field generators on the axe were then directly destroyed by the surging energy! And that was not the end, the remaining psychic energy also shattered the axe!

At the same time, his right hand struck again! After a moment's hesitation, Balder refrained from using any more force, sending the opponent flying once more. Even so, the continuous blows likely destroyed the Terminator armor. When Blood Howl fell to the ground again, he didn't stand up again. It wasn't because he couldn't, but as a loser, he had to admit defeat.

"Never mind, let's just leave it at that. Just learn how to be a warrior." Balder breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly feeling a bit bored. "Why would I compete with them?" Balder waved his hand, shook his head, and walked towards Heimdall and Holmir.

Chapter 28 Follow-up

"I was going to buy you a couple of drinks, but this happened. I'm not in the mood anymore. Maybe sometime," Balder said to Heimdall, patting him on the shoulder as a gesture of friendship. He then turned to Homir.

"You go and write a report to explain what happened here. I will report today's situation to my king." Then Balder looked at Minien next to him.

"You're far from what it takes to be a soldier. It's one thing to be unable to defeat me, but it's unacceptable to be manipulated by others. Learn more from others. This is just a company commander of the First Legion. Do you think you're qualified?"

Balder looked at Nimeen with a gloating look. Nimeen could only swallow his words in silence, because the information he had given Balder was about a company commander...

These new recruits just need to be trained. They don’t know how to fight, how to cooperate, how to use tactics, and even less how to deal with sudden changes. And now, apart from the Dark Angels, which unit is more suitable to serve as instructors?

While Corswain couldn't defeat top-tier figures like the Black Knight in single combat, the overall quality of the Dark Angels' officer corps remained top-tier until the Heresy. The so-called inner circle supermen were no mere rhetoric.

"Sir Nimean, if it's convenient for you, I hope you can..." However, before Balder could finish his words, Nimean spoke.

"Sir, I shouldn't refuse you," Nimeen said carefully. "But my duty is only to provide you with convenience. Anything else is beyond my scope of responsibility. I hope..."

"Sir Nimeen, some problems can be overcome. Please tell your brothers and colleagues that I won't let my friends suffer. Give me some time, and I'll come up with something interesting." Balder put his hand on Nimeen's shoulder, put his arm around his neck, and said, "This is not a matter of principle, my friend. Please give me some face, or a chance?"

"I need to think about it and get approval from my superiors." Nimin said after thinking for a while.

"Very well, I respect the rules of the Dark Angels. If you could help me train these new recruits, I would be very grateful." Balder didn't think the Dark Angels would have the time for such things. They were proud and lonely, but that didn't matter. As long as they could pass the test, they still had to give the Sigillite the respect they deserved. Besides, they wouldn't be working for nothing.

In reality, Balder himself had little combat experience, but thanks to the strength of the Mechanic King and the Eldar Cult, Balder, through his mental simulations, considered himself quite skilled. While actual combat might not be the case, his performance shouldn't be bad. Furthermore, with the knowledge in his head, and the cooperation of the Mechanicus, Balder could certainly pull off something!

"Go away, everyone. When my king is free later, I will personally explain what happened here to him. And wait for processing." After saying this, Balder left the training ground.

At all times, Balder paid attention to maintaining Rus's authority. After all, Balder was self-aware. When it came to tactics and farming skills, Balder believed that he could take over for Rus, but when it came to getting along with these Fenris people, I'm sorry, except for his own people in the Iron Islands, he really didn't know how to get along with other people. But Rus was different. In some aspects of emotional intelligence, Rus was actually much higher than Balder.

"Fortunately, it didn't get so bad that it couldn't be handled," Russ, who had watched the entire process from the projector, said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. After a long sigh, Russ turned to the Emperor and asked, "Do you think Balder is in trouble?" His words were filled with trepidation.

"From the current perspective, there is no problem."

"Yes, I said Balder is a wise and magnanimous man. Even when facing offenders, he will show the greatest tolerance." Rus finally relaxed, which meant that his brother had passed the test.

"No, this is not tolerance, but arrogance." The emperor looked at his son.

"Can't you see? He despises people like Blood Howl. In his opinion, if Blood Howl didn't affect his plans, he wouldn't even bother with them. His attitude towards Blood Howl is different from yours. You are watching over them and helping them. As for Balder, he may have wanted to help at first, but then he gave up and chose someone more approachable. I'm even sure that Balder wouldn't even fight with Blood Howl if you didn't order him to."

"If the Blood Howls had the ability to threaten him, then the two sides would be enemies. But unfortunately, the Blood Howls are so much weaker that Balder can't even muster the interest to deal with them. This can be considered a blessing in disguise."

"And all of this is very consistent with a person like him. He is a genius, even gifted. He has enough rationality, but also very emotional."

"So, father, what is his attitude towards me?" Ruth asked.

"In the beginning, he may have thought that you and he were the same kind of people, both powerful and misunderstood by outsiders. And now, he still thinks so. He will not change just because you are the Primarch, my son. After all, for a true genius, status is just a modification, not everything. Most people will bow down to someone because of their status, but he will not. He will sympathize with the weak and provide help, but this help is not unlimited." The Emperor thought for a while and said.

In fact, Balder had recently come into contact not only with Nimean but also with his own Custodes. There had been exchanges, and even subtle confrontations. Without a directive from him or the Sigillite, Balder's attitude towards the Custodes was limited to business as usual, and he wasn't particularly impressed by their attitude. It could only be described as unremarkable.

Relatively speaking, Balder did interact with other Space Marines. One of his own Custodians thought so: he believed Balder had a strong sense of superiority towards the Space Marines, so he felt very good about them, but not towards the Custodians.

The Emperor simply laughed off the guard's statement. Perhaps his own commander of the Custodians and the two tribunes could say so, but for the other Custodians, even the Captain of the Custodians, Balder would likely be little more than a nuisance. After all, Balder wasn't just physically strong; he was also incredibly skilled in psychic abilities. And Custodians didn't possess psychic abilities.

"Perhaps, we could consider creating some psychic versions?" the Emperor thought. He loathed psychic powers, but Balder's existence allowed him to see a possibility: a dual strength of body and spirit.

The Emperor believed that within Balder's body, a special gene perfectly harmonized all of this, untainted by Chaos. It was naturally generated and could be replicated. And if some of his own genes were added to it... the Emperor suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.

"Actually, my father, your guards are a little too arrogant." The Wolf King said carefully, "Except when they follow your will, they have no humanity at other times. Even someone as strong as Balder is still willing to communicate and share with others." The Wolf King spoke for his brother again.

"Let it be, this matter is over. I will meet with him at the right time, and then you will build your own legion and home together. Don't let your father down." The emperor said earnestly.

"As you say, Father," Ruth said happily, his words full of fighting spirit!

Chapter 29 Centurion Terminator 1

"What do you want to do? Are you crazy?" A sharp mechanical voice sounded in Balder's ears. A Mechanicus sage looked at Balder trying to connect the reactors of two Terminators in parallel and immediately stopped him.

"Hush... Quiet, more power, better performance, isn't that what you've been pursuing?"