lcionline Chapter 397 Six Brothers Alliance
Chapter 397 Six Brothers Alliance
Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, the subspace was torn apart once more—
A jet-black warship suddenly emerged, its raven-shaped insignia on its bow causing all the Chaos Warriors to instinctively retreat.
"Corax..." Abaddon's sneer finally disappeared. "Why is he here too?!"
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At this moment, Lehman Russ's eyes were completely consumed by golden astral energy; his hair stood on end like steel needles, and his body was wreathed in a violent power that did not belong to the real universe. Each swing of his battle axe was accompanied by the distortion and shattering of space—**this was not a battle, but a cataclysmic disaster.**
Russell had just gotten up from the ground when the Wolf King's attack cleaved a hideous wound in his chest. Golden blood dripped onto the ground, causing the subspace itself to emit a scorching hiss.
"Ruth! Wake up!" he roared, barely managing to block one blow with his Godslayer Axe, but the second blow sent him flying dozens of meters, crashing heavily into a black stone ruin.
Abaddon stood at a distance, his crimson visors gleaming with mockery: "The gleaming Kingsguard, it seems, are nothing special after all."
However, before his mockery could end, the Wolf King had already turned around, his burning beastly eyes locking onto the War Commander.
"Damn it!" Abaddon cursed, and the sword Dracani was instantly drawn, the power of the Four Gods surging on its blade. "Stop him!"
The Black Legion's terminators charged fearlessly, but their explosives couldn't even get close to the Wolf King—the bullets were crushed into dust by an invisible force several meters away from him.
Abaddon gritted his teeth and met the attack head-on. The magic sword clashed with the wolf king's battle axe, and the resulting energy storm sent all the warriors within a hundred meters flying.
"Russ! Are you insane?!" Zhan Shuai roared, but the Wolf King did not respond, only launching an even more ferocious attack.
After three moves, Abaddon's breastplate was cleaved open, and black blood gushed out. He was forced to retreat, his face grim—he had lost, but not in a humiliating way.
At least, he can still stand and back away.
Just as the wolf king was about to completely lose control, a shadow suddenly enveloped the entire scene.
Corax appeared like a ghost, his black wings unfurling, and shadows transformed into chains that bound the wolf king's arms.
"Ruth, that's enough." His voice was low and cold, carrying an otherworldly resonance, "Your anger is feeding them."
The wolf king paused slightly, its golden eyes flickering uncertainly, as if it were struggling.
Russell seized the opportunity to stand up from the ruins, the runes on the Godslayer Axe lighting up again: "Corax... do you know what happened to him?"
The Lord of the Ravens did not answer, but instead gazed at the distant warp storm: "Someone is manipulating all of this, exploiting our anger and hatred."
Meanwhile, the battle between Llane and Forgrim continued, but Prince Slaanesh seemed in no hurry to win. His attacks were elegant and deadly, yet always maintained a certain… **spectacular quality**.
"Did you feel it, Ryan?" Fulgrim chuckled as he dodged a shield bash. "Ruth's power...how wonderful!"
The Lion King suddenly realized: "It was you! You were influencing him with Slaanesh's corruption!"
Fogrim's smile widened: "No, I was just... adding fuel to the fire~"
His gaze fell on a shadowy spot at the edge of the battlefield—where a barely perceptible wisp of purple mist was drifting silently toward the Wolf King.
Russell wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth, the Godslayer Axe trembling slightly in his hand.
"We must subdue Ruth, or he will be completely consumed by the Star God fragments," Corax whispered.
"What to do?" Vulcan walked over, panting. His lava blood was still burning, but he was clearly also seriously injured.
Russell was silent for a moment, then looked up toward the direction of the Golden Throne—even though he was in the Eye of Terror, he could still feel a distant call.
&34; The Emperor… gave me his final instructions. &34;
He slammed the God-Slaying Axe into the ground, and golden spiritual energy erupted like a torrent, shooting straight into the sky!
&34; In the name of humanity! &34;
The wolf king's body suddenly stiffened, and the golden light in his eyes flashed intensely, as if he were fighting against some ancient power.
A golden rift opened in the sky of the subspace, and a beam of pure light shone down, enveloping Leman Ruth.
His roar gradually turned into a painful howl, the Star God energy was forcibly suppressed, and the golden sparks in his hair slowly died down. Finally, his massive body swayed and he collapsed to his knees.
When the light faded, standing in the same spot was... a tired but clear-headed Riemann Russ.
"I...I'm back." He said hoarsely, the golden light in his eyes fading and returning to the familiar icy blue.
Abaddon's face was extremely grim. He looked at Forgrim and Mortalian: "Retreat."
The chaotic fleet began its retreat, but the warlord's last gaze remained fixed on Russell: "This isn't over yet, Imperial Guard."
Russell ignored him, simply walking towards the Wolf King and extending his hand: "Welcome back, Primarch."
Ruth grasped his hand and whispered, "I saw it... the Emperor's plan."
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**Terra Palace - Throne Room**
The Golden Throne's light was dimmer than ever before, but now its brilliance was replaced by another force—the psionic resonance of the six Primarchs.
Guilliman stood at the forefront, his face still calm and resolute, but the weariness of millennia was gone from his eyes, replaced by a long-lost conviction.
The Khan leaned against a broken giant pillar, a faint smile playing on his lips, seemingly indifferent to this reunion after ten thousand years. But the light tapping of his knuckles on the hilt of his sword betrayed the turmoil within him.
Leman Russ stood silently to the side, the embers of the Star God's energy still lingering in his icy blue beast eyes, but his expression had returned to clarity, even carrying a rare solemnity.
Ryan El-Jonson crossed his arms, the Emperor's Shield resting at his feet. His gaze swept over each of his brothers, finally settling on Corax—the Raven Lord was still shrouded in shadow, but his dark eyes seemed to hold secrets deeper than the abyss.
Vulcan's molten blood still burned. He stood in the center of the crowd, his imposing figure like an unshakeable mountain, his gaze firm yet warm.
"Ten thousand years." Guilliman finally spoke, his voice deep and powerful, "We finally stand here again—not as enemies, not as strangers, but as brothers."
Khan chuckled: "That's nice to say, Robert. But what should we do now? Have a tea party?"
The wolf king grinned, revealing his gleaming white fangs: "I propose we fight first and settle our old scores."
Ryan snorted coldly: "I'm ready anytime."
Vulcan sighed heavily: "Children, that's enough."
Corax's shadow rippled slightly: "The Emperor's time is running out."
A holographic star map unfolded in the center of the throne room, displaying the current state of the Milky Way—
**Chaos**: Although Abaddon was defeated, the combined forces of the Four Gods are still gathering, with the Fallen Primarchs such as Forgrim, Mortalian, and Perturabo eyeing the spoils.
- **Space Necromancer**: The Lord of Silence's "Great Reboot" program has been initiated, and countless tomb worlds are awakening.
- **Terranic**: The Overmind fleet is approaching the edge of the galaxy, far exceeding any previous invasion.
- **Other alien races: Eldar, Orcs, Tau... various forces are stirring.
"The galaxy is collapsing." Guilliman's voice was heavy. "None of us can stand alone against such a threat."
Khan squinted: "So, what you mean is?"
"An alliance." Guilliman looked around at everyone. "Not a temporary cooperation, but a true... **brotherhood pact**."
Ryan was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "For the Emperor."
Vulcan smiled with satisfaction: "For humanity."
The Wolf King laughed loudly: "For the battle!"
Khan shrugged: "Anyway, it's more fun than waiting to die."
Corax's shadow nodded slightly: "...For the end."
Guilliman unfurled an ancient parchment scroll—a strategic map from the Great Crusade, marked with the emblems of the eighteen Primarchs.
"We'll split up." He pointed to the star map. "Khan, you're the fastest; you'll be responsible for holding off the undead fleet."
&34; I would be delighted. &34; The Khan's fingertips traced the blade, &34; I will let those metal skulls taste White Scar's wrath. &34;
&34;Lion, you and the Dark Angel will be in charge of the main force of Chaos. &34;
The Lion King sneered: "Just what I wanted."
&34; Vulcan, your Eternal Flame is incredibly effective against the Nurgle Plague. The Death Guard is now yours. &34;
The Lord of Fire Dragons pounded his chest: "Leave it to me."
"Ruth..." Gillyman paused, "You and Space Wolf are in charge of the Tyranids. Your...new power might be able to resist the Mainframe's erosion of consciousness."
The wolf king licked his fangs: "Perfect, let's test the axe."
&34; Korakx. &34; Guilliman looked at the Lord of Ravens, &34; I need you to monitor the movements of Forgrim and Slaanesh. &34;
The Primarch in the shadows nodded slightly, without saying anything more.
"And I," Guilliman put away the scroll, "will sit in Terra and coordinate the overall situation."
He looked toward the golden throne: "And at the same time... prepare to awaken the last hope."
Russell stood in a corner of the throne room, his golden eyes fixed on the six Primarchs. His Godslayer Axe trembled slightly, as if resonating with some distant energy.
Valerian asked in a low voice: "Commander, do you really think they can let go of past grievances?"
Russell paused for a moment, then slowly said: "They don't need to let go of their grudges... they just need to remember that they are human beings first."
Just then, the Golden Throne suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented light, and the entire Terra could see this golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and the earth.
The six Primarchs turned around simultaneously and looked toward the throne.
A flicker of shock crossed Killieman's eyes: "Father...?"