The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“Baina!”

Seeing Baina fall, Ivahahn rushed over, dodging a Terminator's swing, and thrust his weapon into the werewolf's side, penetrating the thick fur and deep into the flesh.

The werewolf spewed some red mucus from its wide-open mouth, but still let out a challenging roar, turning its head.

Ivahahn twisted his arm, tugging at the blade stuck in the werewolf's bone, but it was stuck, so he pulled the trigger and quickly ducked his head.

A battle axe whistled over his head, and at the same time, the werewolf, half of its body blown apart, howled and fell down. Ivahahn turned around, his sharp blade slicing through, sparks flying. He knew the Terminator armor's defense, so this was just a feint. Then, as the opponent tried to defend with the battle axe, he grabbed Baina from the ground and leaped to the side.

The Terminator was still planning to pursue, but a darklight bolt fired from a Dark Reaper shot in from behind the Terminator, piercing the armor and hitting the helmet. Then, the ancient Terminator warrior's head disappeared entirely, and the heavy body fell straight down like a felled tree.

“Baina, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Suddenly, a violent burst of energy erupted from the center of the chaotic battlefield, its scale and intensity so great that almost everyone and everything knelt down. Fire, wind, and ice merged into a hellish scene, and even Veronica had to grip the Avalon Heart tightly, using all her strength to prop up a mental shield to stand firm.

Ivahahn and Baina ignored the outside world, embracing each other on the ground. In a daze, Ivahahn even heard an angry roar—

Gungnir!!!!!

In a thunderous sound mixed with a wolf howl, a golden light streaked across the Warp, pierced the veil of reality and illusion, and flew down from a rift in the void, stabbing into the floor.

In an instant, the colorful waterfall of light and flames was extinguished, and a chilling silence spread out.

Veronica propped up her slightly bent body, her eyes fixed on the suddenly appearing object.

It was a huge golden spear, the shaft decorated with howling wolf carvings, and the blade engraved with intricate craftsmanship. The golden blade shone with a soul-stirring light, exuding the same unsettling threat.

Leman Russ, his armor already stained with blood, raised his arm. The spear shot out from the floor and flew into his outstretched hand, the metal landing perfectly on the flesh.

At this moment, Jain Zar, Gamora, and Drazhar stood together, blocking him from Veronica.

But Russ did not attack. Instead, he swung the spear around, pointing the tip to the highest point.

Suddenly, the two black and white wolves that had disappeared during the earlier battle reappeared, but this time they pounced directly at Leman Russ.

In the blink of an eye, a giant beast with fur of alternating black and white, the size of a canine Titan, and with a giant golden spear in its mouth, leaped out in a storm of psychic energy. Jain Zar, Gamora, and Drazhar tried their best to block it, but the giant wolf merely tossed its head, knocking all three of them back. The spear's tip also carved a half-meter-deep groove in the black stone ground, which was harder than alloy.

In two breaths, the giant wolf instantly broke through hundreds of meters with surging psychic lightning, and swatted away all the Eldar guarding in front of the command vehicle.

At this moment, Veronica was less than fifty meters away from it.

Suddenly, the giant wolf threw the spear into the air, then leaped high. As it landed, Russ reappeared, holding the spear again, but he was no longer the same Russ as before.

This Leman Russ no longer wore the heavy armor, wolf pelts, and amulets, nor did he have tattoos. He had short hair, with a distinct military style, and wore a well-tailored ancient Terra military gray uniform, which was impeccably cut but without any decoration, except for a pair of collar clasps shaped like the number six. On his feet were a pair of shiny black military boots.

What remained unchanged was his fierce spirit and the spear in his hand.

Standing on the gunboat, the huge shaking almost made Veronica fall. Dorar had already been blown dozens of meters away by the wind, and there was no one else around. She had to face the Wolf King alone.

Just like in her dream.

Russ raised his spear, staring at Veronica with unprecedented seriousness.

Suddenly, his lips moved, and Veronica vaguely discerned him saying two words in High Gothic through lip-reading.

Sorry—

The spear whistled out, arriving in front of Veronica in the blink of an eye, without even giving her time to cast a spell. If nothing unexpected happened, it would pierce her, kill her, but at the last moment, the spear tip seemed to change direction, aiming at her left shoulder, and stopped.

Kaka.

In the harsh sound of metal friction, the spear tip was only half a finger's distance from Veronica, and even the strong wind stirred up by the sharp blade made her skin feel slightly pricked, but it could no longer move forward.

A pair of arms locked the spear shaft tightly.

A huge shadow also stood between Veronica and Leman Russ.

“Ah!”

Finally reacting, Veronica staggered back two steps. This substantial shadow was immediately seen through by her. Inside was a towering giant, almost as tall as Leman Russ, wearing sophisticated and gorgeous black armor, and carrying a pair of steel wings on his back, shaped like raven's wings. Strangely, his right metal gauntlet was a slender lightning claw, but his left hand was wrapped in light yellow ancient cloth strips, which looked a bit uncoordinated, but it was roughly discernible that there was also a claw underneath.

This stranger had skin as white as snow, hair as black as night. When he turned his head slightly, one could see a slender nose, narrow cheeks, high cheekbones, a pointed chin, and dark eyes. For some reason, Veronica was reminded of Talos, both of whom had highly similar characteristics.

However, the black armor on this person, and the white raven symbol, allowed Veronica to immediately recognize the other party's identity.

“Corax!”

Leman Russ spat out his brother's name through gritted teeth.

The Raven Lord, the Primarch of the Nineteenth Legion, and also a Primarch that Soshyan had mentioned to Veronica not long ago!

Russ pulled back his spear violently, and Corax followed closely. The two of them roared away from the gunboat, like a vortex of storm and shadow, causing all life around to shy away, unable to even look directly.

“Knowing full well you have made mistakes in the past, why do you never learn from them?”

The Raven Lord said mockingly in a dry voice.

“Brother, how pathetic you are acting now.”

“Then what are you, lingering at the gates of Lorgar's lair? A wisp of resentful revenge echoes?”

The moment Leman Russ thrust out his spear, Corax's figure kept splitting, until nine identical Primarchs appeared around him, attacking from all directions.

Faced with this trick, Leman Russ simply responded with sweeps and thrusts, unleashing a series of rapid offensives that even the Eldar found difficult to capture, blasting eight phantoms into fragments one by one.

The last phantom suddenly merged into the ground, turning into a shadow that came to Leman Russ's feet, and then several dark, barbed tentacles shot out from the shadow, trying to entangle Leman Russ's limbs.

But Leman Russ stabbed the ground violently with his spear, and a shining light burst out, and Corax's figure, carrying a bit of light smoke, reappeared.