pertwk Chapter 75 Brothers
Chapter 75 Brothers
"I saw it with my own eyes." Finn Baker stayed in the sergeants' usual recreational areas, the mess hall, and even on the route they took back to their cabins.
Under the respectful salutes and gazes of the newly arrived ordinary soldiers and technicians, he tirelessly used his long-replaced vocal cords, employing various tones and expressions, to vividly recount the meeting from decades ago.
"Two demigods, two brothers, traversing countless star seas, will finally meet again."
At these moments, Finn Baker would briefly forget that he was no longer the pseudo-Mechanicus member with only 30% physical modification.
His fearless physique and the mechanical arm waving behind him would always spring out excitedly, switching back and forth between binary code words and the unique tone of a bard, amidst the helpless gazes of the kitchen staff and the cooks and soldiers maintaining order.
He spoke passionately about that meeting.
"M30.835".
The pilgrimage star, which had already been sentenced to death and was destined to suffer the most severe purge, was unusually quiet at this moment.
The cultists huddled among the statue of the Red Lord and the cliff, seemingly hurt by the battle, while the Dawnbringer and the Space Wolf awaited their fate.
"The Wolf King is coming," Wardmaker said.
The inexplicable connection between their bloodlines allowed him to know about the alpha wolf's movements far before Hector did. In the vast, boundless sky, a thunderous roar of an engine drew everyone's attention.
Hector looked up and gazed over.
Leman Russ, the Wolf Lord of Fenris, Alpha Wolf, Wolf King, Vanguard of the Enemy, Alien Destroyer, Savage.
The true owner of the Space Wolf knife.
The bond between the Primarchs made Hector feel a sense of familiarity and curiosity, and his savage and rough behavior seemed completely natural.
The Stormbird's jet stream left a long, conspicuous trail across the sky.
The moment the thunderous sound of the landing stopped.
A group of gray-blue Terminators, clad in heavy wolf pelts and wielding gleaming spears, followed closely behind Russ, striding forward at a pace almost equal to that of a normal Astartes running.
Lehmann Russ, utterly rude, charged straight toward Hector.
This caused many Night Watchers to grip their spears and shields tightly, their eyes fixed on the Primarch's offensive act.
He seemed like a barbarian. This was the thought in the minds of many Dawnbringer warriors.
Absolutely rude and disrespectful.
Riemann Russ was completely different from their genetic father, and it was hard to imagine that they were both creations of the Emperor and were true brothers.
Ruth was equally imposing, but he was too wild. The face of this tall warrior seemed to be firmly forged from the frozen earth of Fenris, and his unyielding spine seemed to have been tempered by the frozen sea.
He was covered in a black wolf skin that tightly wrapped around his broad shoulders, and his breastplate and neck guard, both adorned with wolf claw charms, were decorated with wolf patterns.
His armor was not gleaming, but covered in an iron-gray hue reminiscent of the core of thunderstorms and thunderclouds. Every piece of his armor was marked with scratches and dents from battles, making it clear to everyone at a glance that he was a warrior who loved to lead from the front and charge into battle.
As Russ approached Hector, two ferocious giant wolves, their mouths drooling, followed closely behind him. One was as white as snow, while the other was as black as night.
Finn Baker stood behind Azir, watching Leman Ruth nervously.
His body, whether it was his unmodified flesh or his modified mechanical torso, was trembling with dread.
The mere presence of this Space Wolf Primarch made Finn Baker extremely uncomfortable; he felt as if a bone-chilling wind was constantly seeping into the gaps in his body.
He felt as if he were being run over without his notice by a wild, untamed beast, like an insect being crushed by a casual step.
This wasn't just his feeling; many seasoned Trojan guards shared the same experience. In order not to lose face or tarnish their honor at this crucial moment, they had to force themselves to endure the sudden dizziness and nausea.
Their tense bodies trembled even more.
Osher Wodemaker, standing beside Hector, knelt on one knee, and the giant wolf beside him also prostrated itself before the two giant wolves beside Russ, in a show of submission.
As Ruth stepped closer, Paris, dressed in finery beside Hector, trembled slightly in his empty hand. He uncontrollably wanted to grasp his power dagger, seeking some sense of security in the face of this confident and arrogant Primarch.
But he didn't do that in the end, instead looking defiantly at Riemann Russ.
Finally, Riemann Russ stopped three meters in front of Hector.
The two Primarchs looked at each other and sized each other up.
"Hector," Ruth said.
His voice was hoarse and had a very strong Fenris accent.
The voice was almost a low growl, remarkably similar to that of his son, Wardmaker.
But Hector gave a cryptic smile.
His brother is disguising himself as a wild savage, but if anyone actually takes Lehman Ruth and his Space Wolves for a barbaric army that only drinks and eats meat, then disaster will surely follow.
"Riemann Russ," Hector replied.
The two Primarchs exchanged glances, and without a word, smiles gradually spread across their lips.
"Oshel Wardmaker," Ruth said, stroking the mottled fur of the giant wolf beside Wardmaker, which was as sharp as needles, before extending his hand to him: "You must accept your punishment."
"That is right, my king." Wardmaker's face was filled with grief, but then with anger: "But I hope that I can use the blood of those damned wizards to wash away the shame and to let the warriors rest in peace."
"I agree, Rune Priest," Ruth said.
He grasped Wardmaker's outstretched hand and pulled him up.
"What should I call you, Hector?" Ruth asked.
"I'd prefer you to call me brother, Lehman Ruth," Hector replied.
"If you don't mind, I'll bite your hand and take your life." Ruth's words drew unanimous glares from the Dawnbringers behind Hector.
Without hesitation, Paris grasped the power dagger he had always wanted, ready to rush forward and stab Russ twice at his brother's command.
Hector smiled and approached Russ, placing his hand on the shoulder of the self-proclaimed savage wolf king.
Amid the bewildered and astonished gazes of the Dawnbringers, Hector tightened his grip on Russ, and the two leaned against each other, truly resembling brothers who had been together for decades, yet completely different brothers.
"If you don't mind that I am an arrogant, pedantic feudal monarch."
Russ was silent for a moment, then he put his hand on Hector's shoulder and laughed heartily.
His gruff laughter echoed between heaven and earth.
"Brother Hector."
"My brother, Ruth."