Chapter 267: Let Me Teach You, Step by Step, How to Be Ambitious
Logan took the gene-seed container, looking bewildered. The chill from the canister's surface seeped through his ceramite gauntlet, and though it was nothing compared to the cold of a Fenrisian blizzard, it made the Great Wolf's fingertips tremble slightly. He instinctively closed his five fingers, a question forming in his mind. Wait, my Lord, where did you get this pure gene-seed?
This question made him fall into a deep thought. It was common knowledge among the Astartes that pure gene-seed could only come from a Primarch. Logan's throat moved up and down in the collar of his power armour. Then the question was, where did these four Primarchs, whose bloodlines had already been confirmed, get so much pure gene-seed?
He thought of the many secrets that Ramesses possessed, of his arrogant attitude of not taking the other Primarchs seriously, and of his frighteningly accurate analyses of the Primarchs' psychological states. Not to mention the almost parental care and concern that the Primarchs had shown.
Logan suddenly looked up, staring at Arthur. Have you seen my father?
'Brother, what?'
Arthur's brow twitched almost imperceptibly. Seeing that even a rational man like Logan would turn into this kind of daddy's boy when it came to the Wolf King, he felt even more certain that their decision not to use the traitor-lineage gene-seed was the correct one. A single moment of carelessness, and you'd be sending reinforcements to Chaos. Especially the Iron Warriors, the Death Guard, and the others. Their Primarch would just have to howl once, and they'd probably run over with their tails wagging.
It was a good thing he hadn't listened to Cawl's nonsense about "Primaris Space Marines are the crystallization of countless wisdoms, there is no possibility of betrayal." Cawl was good in every way: generous, orderly, good-tempered, highly capable. In any era, he would be an extremely excellent scientific researcher, a highly sought-after strategic partner. It was just that he liked to speak in absolutes, and he liked to use his imagination in his designs.
"No," Arthur said decisively, and then unhesitatingly passed the buck to Cawl. "We used the Sangprimus Portum, an artifact left by the Emperor that recorded the gene-samples of the twenty-one Primarchs, to successfully replicate the original gene-seed." His tone was as natural as if he were stating an objective fact.
"Oh," Logan's shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly, his eyes dimming slightly. He looked down at the gene-seed canister in his hand, his knuckles unconsciously tracing the grooves on its surface, as if that could wipe away the disappointment that had washed over him.
"Alright, alright. Leman Russ is at least alive. There's still the problem of new recruit recruitment. It's not too late to worry about this after we've solved that," Ramesses interrupted. "Like I said last time, when we have enough men, we'll go and catch the Wolf King. No matter how powerful a Primarch is, he can't withstand a beating from a hundred thousand wolf-pups. Then we'll beat Leman Russ to his knees and drag him back to Fenris to be a Primarch."
Even the raging Angron could be held down by the World Eaters' Librarian team. And the awakened Corvus Corax could be held back, and even forced to retreat, by a few thousand Word Bearers, allowing Lorgar to escape. And not many people had died in the end. In this universe, an army was still at the top of the food chain.
Hearing Ramesses's words, Logan was no longer sad. A new, indescribable emotion appeared in his eyes as he looked at him. To be fair, every time Ramesses opened his mouth, the content was something an ordinary person could never imagine. It was so blasphemous. That was a Primarch, and yet—
Logan was silent for a moment. He felt that Ramesses's words did have a certain logic. Fenris had always respected the strong. All status was won through battle. He himself had become the Great Wolf by defeating the other eleven Wolf Lords. Otherwise, no one would have been convinced. Even when the Emperor had wanted to take Leman Russ away back in the day, they had had three contests. Because he couldn't out-drink or out-eat him, the Emperor, in a fit of pique, had knocked Leman Russ out with one punch to finally deal with this troublemaker.
So the idea of raising a large enough army, finding the Wolf King's trail, and then beating him to his knees and dragging him back wasn't impossible. Even if they couldn't capture the Wolf King, to be able to fight alongside him was also a great thing. It was just that, to be absolutely sure, they were still short of a Primarch-level combat force on their side.
"Don't worry. We're going to catch every single loyalist Primarch and bring them back. This Imperium is in such a mess, we can't be the only four to taste it," Ramesses said immediately. "And we're not at ease letting you charge into the Eye of Terror on your own. A single moment of carelessness, and you could end up as reinforcements for Chaos. You know the results of the previous large-scale penitent crusades."
Now, aside from the Lion, who might or might not be on The Rock, and Guilliman, who was still striking a pose in the Fortress of Hera, the easiest to find was the Wolf King. As long as they captured Magnus, they would know the coordinates. Then a dark duel, and if he lost, he'd have to go back to the dung heap and taste the filth. The obedient ones would be sent back to lead their legions. The disobedient ones would be made to sit on Romulus's administrative throne.
And don't worry about them not working. Ramesses, under Romulus's torment, had long since developed a relevant spell. At that time, they would be used as an external thinking plug-in for Old Rom. You don't want to think, you have to think!
"The four of us will not be separated. At that time, it will be four against one. The advantage will be ours," he said. When they had caught a few more Primarchs, they could each be given an office seat, and they could also relax a little.
And the more Logan thought about it, the more he felt it was right. He felt this could work. That's right. If the Emperor could beat Russ to his knees and drag him out to participate in the Great Crusade, then they could beat Russ to his knees and drag him back to be a Primarch.
He then looked at Ramesses with gratitude. To be honest, although this Primarch was a smooth talker, his decisions were surprisingly to the Space Wolves' liking. Yes, this is what the Space Wolves should be! Expand the army, capture Magnus, and find the clues to the Wolf King! In the past, they had been thinking of an honorable death and passively waiting for Russ's return. They had been too shallow.
"That's right, it has to be like this. One by one, they left the mess and ran away. When the time comes, I'll take the lead and give them three punches, just for the Wolf King and the Khan," Ramesses said, rubbing his hands together with a grin, as if he could already imagine the scene.
"I've just communicated with Fenris's World Spirit," he continued. "The ritualized trial can indeed allow it to bring outsiders under Fenris's protection. So the trial can be established. But the main advantage is not this—the main point is this." He raised a hand and wove a miniature psychic network in it.
Little Magnus hadn't launched the second Fenrisian war yet. Fenris's World Spirit was still alive and well. It could be used. "Because of the World Spirit, Fenris is an excellent information relay station. The planet's naturally awakened psykers are natural astropaths." He began to analyze in detail one of Fenris's great advantages for Logan. There was no reason why the Librarians of the Ultramarines' various Chapters should be working overtime, while these priests of Fenris were idle. Hadn't he heard that the Ultramarines' Tigurius had been seen very little recently?
His mind flashed through a series of Librarians to whom he had promoted his network channels. He glanced at the Rune Priests, who were still in a frozen state, and continued, "At the same time, we also have implants that can turn humans into psykers. We can expand the Fenrisian system's psyker reserves, to better utilize your information advantage. Or you can prepare a trial for outside psykers and let them integrate into Fenris."
The World Spirit was a bit of a fantasy thing. Like the death world of Catachan, you had to integrate into the food chain, otherwise you would die. And on Fenris, you had to complete the ritual to prove that you could survive on Fenris, to get its protection. And with its protection, the danger of using psychic powers was greatly reduced.
Ever since his first communication with the Exodite Aeldari's World Spirit in Ultramar, Ramesses had known that relying on human nodes alone was not realistic. He hoped to be able to use these worlds with World Spirits to build a signal node with a higher safety factor, to solve the problem of information communication in local areas.
Fenris was an excellent test subject. First, the Space Wolves were reliable. And Fenris's World Spirit was not as difficult to deal with as Catachan's.
"Indeed. With a sufficiently stable information channel, the Space Wolves can also better respond to support from the surrounding area," Logan nodded in agreement.
"Too small. Your vision is too small," Ramesses waved his hand. These Astartes, their thinking was still stuck on how to fight a war. "With an information advantage, the Space Wolves can do a lot."
Arthur also took out the detailed plans that Romulus had prepared long ago. This was one of the few information advantages in the Warhammer universe. "This is the 'Fenrisian Surrounding Influence Radiation Plan.' This is the 'Schola Progenium Talent Selection Plan.' This is the 'Fenrisian and Valhallan Military Cooperation Plan.' This is..."
It included Fenris using its information advantage to form a strategic bond with the surrounding sectors. It wasn't detailed enough to interfere in the governance of individual planets. No one expected any Astartes other than the Ultramarines to be able to do that. It was to teach them how to use their advantage to expand their troop reserves at the fastest speed.
And Valhalla was a backup they had chosen before they had even set out. The planet's climate, due to the influence of a comet, was very similar to that of Fenris. Secondly, this planet, located in the Ultima Segmentum, was also a famous Imperial recruitment world. The famous Valhallan Ice Warriors were from this planet. "As unstoppable as a winter storm, as ruthless as the bitter cold, as inevitable as death."
These warriors from Valhalla were famous for their fortitude and dedication to death. The environment, which was highly compatible with Fenris, also allowed the local residents to better adapt to Fenris's trials. The Dawnlight Sector had long since signed a series of military supply treaties with it, and their connection was very close.
As Logan continued to let out soft gasps of breath, Arthur began to explain these documents in detail.
Let me teach you, step by step, how to be ambitious.
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