Chapter 1063: Fuck the Galaxy

"Fuck, this guy..."

Leman Russ emerged from the smoke and after choking on the thick smoke a few times, he took out a bottle of Fenris mead and drank it.

Just as the Bone Crusher was about to detonate the reactor, Leman Russ strangled its arm, causing the Bone Crusher to attempt to ignite the reactor with its broken flamethrower.

Good news, it did ignite.

Bad news, it didn't fully ignite.

In the end, the flamethrower explosion blew the Bone Crusher into pieces, but Leman Russ was fine. After choking on a few puffs of thick smoke, he was still alive and well.

"Install a time bomb and blow it up here."

After drinking the three bottles of Fenris Mead he brought with him, Leman Russ said to the leading Terminator.

A few minutes later

Bone Crusher's flagship turned into a fireball among the stars, and along with Bone Crusher's body, it was blown to pieces.

"This is not enough to kill me."

Leman Russ gave the order for the fleet to continue moving forward and smash the orc warships blocking the way, then returned to his room to rest.

"Did you hear that? Let's grind that green shit into pieces!"

As the dark red alarm light illuminated the bridge, the battleship commander smashed the empty bottle on the tactical table, and the amber liquor flowed along the star map.

In the holographic projection, the orc fleet that had lost its command was flying around like a headless fly, and the thirty orc attack ships even began to fire boarding torpedoes at each other.

Because of the death of Bonecrusher, the morale of these orcs completely collapsed. They either fled in fear or were so scared that they killed each other.

"Waaaagh! The Bone Crusher boss is dead! Run for your life!"

"Waaaagh! I think the Bone Crusher is dead! Run!"

"Warm up the horns! Show these bastards what a real space wolf pack looks like."

As the Hrafinkel's plasma engines hummed hungrily, the massive bow ram glowed dark red.

The huge warp engine began to overload, turning the entire Glorious Queen-class battleship into a burning comet.

When the first Ork battleship came into range, its ram pierced right through its bridge, which had been modified from a space whale skull.

“Full speed ahead!”

Commander Bran, who took over the command, shouted. The orc warship was pushed forward on the ram like a skewer, and the flying metal fragments created continuous ripples on the energy shield.

The three Orc cruisers that attempted a flank attack were blasted into metal dust by the "Wolf's Kiss" macrocannon array on the side as soon as they entered the firing range. These shells filled with Fenris steel could split into thousands of jagged shrapnel after penetrating the armor.

On the right wing of the fleet, Captain Blood Claw's Wolf Fang assault ship was performing a dance of death.

This assault ship, shaped like a giant wolf's fangs, used its adamantium claws to rip open the belly of the Ork transport ship, and two thousand drunken Space Wolves poured in from the breach.

They were armed with specially made frost bolters, and each bullet could freeze the orc boys into ice sculptures, and then use chainswords to knock them into emerald-colored ice chips.

“For Ruth!”

Drunken veterans sang war songs and stuffed melta bombs into Ork fuel tanks.

As the assault ship withdrew, countless burning fart spirits flew out of the expanding green fireball, dotted the black void like birthday candles.

At this moment, the last line of defense consisting of six orc dreadnoughts is collapsing.

The launch port of the Hrafinkel suddenly split open, revealing a launch silo with a diameter of two kilometers.

Three hundred plasma torpedoes known as "Fans of Fenris" were swarming out. These death gods with ice-blue tails created an absolute zero zone the moment they came into contact with the Orc fleet.

The warship that was hit would not explode, but would shatter like a glass vessel, remaining intact, and turning into fine metal powder along with the green skin inside.

"Full left! Hahahahaha! For Fenris!"

Commander Booker grabbed the shaking handrail. The battleship swept across in an elegant arc, and the side light spear array cut the orc flagship in half as it tried to escape.

Tens of thousands of escape pods poured out of the broken hull, but were detonated one by one by a "scavenger" system composed of automatic turrets, blooming fleeting green fireworks in space.

Three hours later, when Leman Russ returned to the bridge wearing a new wolfskin cloak and holding a glass of chilled mead, all that remained in the star field was a floating metal graveyard.

The ram of the Hrafinkel was strung with the wreckage of seven warships, like a direwolf returning with a full load.

The Tech-Priests are directing the Servo-Skulls to gather the remains of the Ork Warboss to be fashioned into new trophy tapestries.

"Master Primarch, the target has been cleared." The commander's mechanical prosthetic eyes flashed with data streams, "A total of 472 ships have been destroyed..."

"Save these numbers for those idiots on Terra."

The Wolf King interrupted the report and took a sip of the newly opened mead. He suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at a distorted space in the holographic star map. "Tell the other members of the Legion that I want to drink a celebratory wine in the Paragon system in three days. Also, ask the star district government over there to prepare three transport ships of Fenris mead."

"Wait a minute, five ships, three is a bit too few."

When Leman Russ's fleet left, a tattered spaceship flew out from the wreckage, and a fart spirit wearing goggles sat in the cabin, observing the surroundings.

After flying for several minutes, the fart spirit stopped in front of a piece of warship wreckage that was hundreds of meters in size, and then controlled the mechanical arm to pull the Bone Crusher, which had turned into a charred ball, onto the spaceship.

........................

"What the hell? The Wolf King killed the Bone Crusher?"

"Haki Wolf, you bastard."

After learning that Leman Russ destroyed the Bone Crusher's fleet, Yang Cheng didn't care, but Neos was surprised.

"No buddy, why? Why is your Primarch so kind to you?"

"Because you are an idiot who has failed in education."

Yang Cheng glanced at Neos beside him, then looked up outside the palace.

"I say, after you kill the four gods, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I won't be an emperor anymore."

Neos's speaker emitted that standard hoarse voice.

"I'm curious……"

Yang Cheng looked at Neos and then spoke slowly.

"You are the most powerful psychic in the universe, an immortal, and yet you are willing to endure everything for humanity. Why?"

"what why?"

Neos smiled, a hint of a smile appearing on his rotten face.

"I have watched the human civilization grow. I have been guiding mankind forward since ancient times."

"Why do you want to tell me... I think maybe it's my responsibility?"

"From the Horus Heresy to the present..."

"I have seen too many sacrifices, from the Webway War to the Beast Wars, and the so-called Age of Apostasy..."

"This fucking galaxy..."

"I am still sitting here to fulfill my responsibilities. As the master of mankind, I cannot be afraid or retreat. I can only fulfill my responsibilities until the last moment of my life."