"Son of Leman Russ, Great Wolf Logan Grimnar, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Setting aside the titles of Regent and Lord Commander, perhaps you should also call me uncle."
"After all, Leman Russ and I are brothers by blood."
A spring-like smile appeared on Guilliman's face, his tone humorous, easing the tension in the air.
His powerful charisma caused the Space Wolves to waver.
Several high-ranking Battle Group members standing beside Great Wolf Logan began to uncontrollably reflect on whether their actions had been excessive.
Roboute Guilliman was, after all, a Primarch.
After the Horus Heresy, he was the Regent of the Imperium, acknowledged by the Emperor and many Primarchs.
He was also their father, Leman Russ's own brother.
Did their actions count as defying the Allfather and the Wolf King??
"As expected of a Primarch, his emotional intelligence would make him successful anywhere," Zack exclaimed with genuine admiration from a distance.
In the current situation, anyone could tell the Space Wolves didn't welcome Guilliman.
But Guilliman could still converse easily with the pack, proactively using familial terms like 'uncle' to bridge the gap between them.
He wasn't angered by the other party's deliberate attempt to provoke his authority.
Such magnanimity was something many people couldn't achieve.
In terms of military strength, Guilliman's army was well-equipped, and with elite troops like the Primaris Space Marines, annihilating Fenris and wiping out the Space Wolves Battle Group was just a thought away.
"You should say, 'As expected of Guilliman, so emotionally intelligent.' Among so many Primarchs, Guilliman is the only one who grew up with both parents in a normal family."
"Many Primarchs couldn't do that; instead, they'd explode at the slightest provocation and wouldn't compromise like this."
Krieg corrected his companion's statement: if a stubborn Primarch like Perturabo had come, he would have long since brutally suppressed these wolf cubs of the Space Wolves.
After subjugating them, he would have forcefully demanded they accept such reforms.
Perhaps, if he felt like it, he might even conduct a decimation on the Space Wolves to vigorously rectify the Imperium's military.
As for Rogal Dorn, it goes without saying, he would only coldly issue commands, requiring the Space Wolves to act according to the optimal methods.
One must know that the Imperial Fists' stubborn character, inherited from Yellow Old Man, treated everyone, including himself, as tools.
As for Lion El'Jonson,
According to his personality during the 30k era, this guy would silently invest all resources into the Dark Angels.
The Inner Circle would become a super-large circle, which would contain two more circles, and these two circles would each contain four more, forming a council with interlocking rings.
Then, the original six wings would be expanded to thirty-six wings, responsible for different combat areas.
As for other Legions, whether they did their work or not, the Dark Angels would handle everything.
Of course, more radical Primarchs might directly eliminate Great Wolf Logan and then force the remaining Space Wolves to compromise.
If they didn't compromise, they would only be left with betrayal of the Imperium as an option.
Once the wolf cubs chose to betray the Imperium, these radical Primarchs would directly destroy Fenris, seeking efficiency and no future troubles.
Only Guilliman, this farming Primarch, would honestly and dutifully unite all factions and seek common ground while respecting differences.
He had done this during the Great Crusade.
He honestly and dutifully managed his own territory, perfectly implementing the strategy of 'build high walls, store abundant provisions'.
Logan frowned; this was his first time facing a Primarch.
Such beings should only exist in myths, yet now they appeared alive before the world.
Logan pondered for a while before answering the Primarch.
"Who wouldn't welcome the great Regent of the Imperium, the Wolf King's own brother?"
"The pack simply doesn't welcome those who harbor ill intentions towards Fenris."
"If the Regent is not such a person, there's no need for any concern."
"Except for the enemies of Chaos, no one would harbor ill intentions towards Fenris," Guilliman said with a smile. "I am here precisely to further protect Fenris."
"The Gift of Primaris is a gift to every Battle Group, allowing them to quickly restore their ranks and thus control the Imperium's current deteriorating situation."
"Isn't the Imperium's current collapse thanks to you?" Logan said. "You abolished the Legions with those piles of paper, leaving the Imperium unprotected."
"Now, with a wave of your hand, you're abolishing all the rules, trying to establish new Legions."
The accompanying Custodians looked at the Great Wolf with a subtle expression, feeling as if his words were also an insult to them!
"Nothing can remain unchanged for ten thousand years," Guilliman said. "The Fang didn't exist ten thousand years ago; this was just a desolate ice plain. Is it wrong to build the Fang and change this ice plain?"
"The Imperium has fallen into a new crisis, requiring new solutions. Sticking to ancient traditions will only lead us to destruction."
Logan was rendered speechless, his face turning gloomy. "We will never accept your gift; it is not pure."
"This gift is merely a grant; it has no attached conditions. The Imperium now needs every bit of strength to defend it. The Great Enemy invades daily, and countless Imperial citizens are suffering."
"If the Space Wolves are willing to join the Indomitus Crusade, it would be a great blessing for the Imperial citizens. The expertise you have gained about the enemy during the difficult past years is invaluable."
Guilliman spoke calmly, his powerful charisma causing many Wolf warriors to whisper among themselves.
They were considering whether the Great Wolf's actions were correct.
To sit idly by and watch the Allfather's realm fall into crisis for some personal prejudices—
Could such behavior be called loyalty!?
"Flattery is meaningless," Logan said. "You just want an excuse to command the Wolves of Fenris, so you can usurp the Allfather's authority."
"If possible, I'd prefer to be an outsider," Guilliman said.
The Golden Throne?
Even a dog wouldn't want to sit on it!
Let the Living Saint be the Emperor.
I want to go back to Macragge and farm.
I want to travel the universe in the Macragge's Honour.
"Those greedy for power always claim they dislike it," Logan said. "Just like someone who habitually lies always brands himself with integrity."
Sicarius, the captain of the honor guard, frowned slightly.
Such words were already an attack on a Primarch.
As both sides were in a stalemate, a servant scurried over to the Primarch's side.
Guilliman leaned down to listen to the servant's words.
Subsequently, a sincere smile appeared on his resolute face.
Logan frowned.
Something important must have happened for the Primarch to show such an expression.
"Perhaps I cannot persuade you, but the Living Saint might," Guilliman straightened up again.
"No matter who comes, we will not accept it," Logan stared intently at the Primarch. No matter what, he would not compromise.
The Space Wolves would never yield to this ambitious Regent of the Imperium.
As soon as his words fell, the blizzard that had raged for months suddenly stopped.
"Why did the snow suddenly stop?" Njal Stormcaller looked surprised.
The Rune Priests standing beside him also looked confused, not understanding what was happening!
"What happened?" Logan was also somewhat surprised.
Just moments ago, the sky was filled with goose-feather-like snow, but now it had suddenly stopped.
Anyone with a bit of sense could realize there was something amiss.
Logan turned to look at Guilliman and the others.
"What did you do??"
Guilliman shook his head. "We didn't do anything! Someone is just coming."
"Who? Who's coming?" Logan pressed.
Guilliman didn't answer but looked up at the sky.
Logan also followed, looking up at the sky. A distant song began, sacred and ethereal, as if from countless eons away, crossing a long river of time to finally reach Fenris today.
The sound echoed in the ears of every Space Wolf.
First, vague whispers, then, gradually amplifying, like a wave approaching from afar.
The singing grew louder and louder, grand and sacred, filling the ears and minds of every Space Wolf.
And in the Space Wolves' reliquary,
The relics left by numerous heroes trembled and glowed.
Initially, there were flickering flames and radiance, followed by lines of light, illuminating the imperfections on the reliquary walls and the patterns of the marble.
Then came a soft white light, gradually accumulating until the surface of every relic radiated bright light like spheres of lumen.
Illusory figures appeared within the radiance formed by the converging relics.
The warriors guarding the reliquary looked shocked.
They had never seen such a situation.
And in the central area of the reliquary, the Spear of Dionysus erupted with intense light.
A pillar of light shot up into the sky, disappearing into the endless void, then entering the Warp.
The Soul of the World let out a high-pitched howl, its sound shaking all of Fenris.
The Werewolves wandering the ice plains also raised their heads and howled towards the sky.
Then, they ran on all fours towards the direction of Fang Fortress.
The tribal people scattered across the ice and snow world all looked up at the sky.
Something within them had been awakened.
Some devout believers, who were trying to make a pilgrimage to Fang Fortress, knelt down and wept upon witnessing the miracle.
"Allfather!!"
Logan swallowed.
He had only seen such a scene in books recording the Allfather's arrival on Fenris.
Njal Stormcaller and other Rune Priests, as well as the Wolf Lords of various Great Companies, all showed expressions of shock at this moment.
When the song reached its climax,
countless voices sang together, as if the deceased had returned from the distant underworld to the present world, singing in unison at this moment.
A pillar of light pierced through the clouds, golden and incomparably sacred, melting the ice and snow, reviving all things, as if spring had arrived.
The ice melted, flowers and plants grew rapidly, full of vitality.
Withered trees became lush and green in an instant.
The pillar of light, like the dawn's first light, passed through endless desolation, dispelling the cold and darkness.
Surging flames burst forth, dazzling.
It was so bright that everything was tinged with gold.
Within the light, an angel appeared, waving pure white wings and wearing a weeping mask.
He landed on the helipad in front of Fang Fortress, where the ice and snow had melted.
"It's him, it's him, it's really him, our protagonist, the Guide, he's here," Bald Donkey muttered in the game channel.
Warmaster: "For a moment, I couldn't tell who was an NPC and who was a Player, Operations, I can't tell, I really can't tell."
Tenjiro: "Who understands? As soon as we entered the atmosphere, the Guide flew out and made such a grand entrance, leaving us poor souls to take the transport ship."
"Official, please, open a top-up channel, give me a number, next time, let me show off like this, okay?!"
Wrist Bro: "Damn it, I'm so envious, jealous, and hateful."
Guilliman also widened his eyes as he watched Alex slowly land.
Ah! No, this guy has more tricks than my father!!
Guilliman finally understood Lorgar a little.
With a Saint's entrance like that, who could keep their composure?!
Even if the other party repeatedly reiterated that he was just an ordinary person blessed by the Emperor,
who would believe it?
They would definitely think it was just his humble way of speaking.
At this moment, strange roars sounded.
Near Fang Fortress, a group of Werewolves with coarse fur and robust physiques appeared.
They kept emitting low growls.
A certain call from within their hearts led them to climb the high peaks and arrive here.
The Players quickly became alert, simultaneously taking photos and sharing them in the chat channel.
"They're Werewolves."
"Oh my goodness, Fenris really has Werewolves."
"Didn't they say Fenris has no wolves? So, it means no wolves, but it has Werewolves, right?!"
"You're mistaken, Fenris has no wolves. That statement was Magnus mocking Leman Russ, saying they were dogs, not wolves." The Werewolves were nearly three meters tall, their physiques comparable to Primaris Space Marines.
They possessed sharp claws and fangs that gleamed with cold light.
Just looking at them sent shivers down one's spine.
The accompanying Custodians and Primaris Space Marines intended to open fire on the Werewolves, but Alex stopped them.
"Put down your weapons. They are just a group of lost, pitiable people. Leave this matter to me."
Alex surveyed the Werewolves and chanted an ancient incantation.
The Werewolves roared, leaping down from a height of over ten meters and rushing towards Alex.
Before everyone's eyes, the Werewolves' fur quickly receded, the bloodthirsty savagery in their eyes disappeared, replaced by clarity and self-awareness.
Their sharp claws and fangs gradually vanished, transforming into naked human bodies and ordinary hands.
Finally, all the rushing Werewolves turned into robust warriors and fell unconscious before Alex.
Logan showed unease when he saw the Werewolves.
He was worried that the Space Wolves' secret would be exposed.
When he witnessed the Werewolves return to normal, transforming into human form and collapsing before the angel, the shock on his face reached its peak.
Some of the Werewolves wandering the ice plains were failed initiates after gene-seed implantation.
Others were those who had lost control after repeatedly using the wolf transformation.
And now, all these Werewolves had returned to normal.
"Are you going to use weapons against guests who have come from afar?"
Alex walked up to Logan and fixed his gaze on the war axe in his hand.
Logan's eyes widened, his mind a blank at this moment.
Even though he had experienced so much, seeing an envoy of the Allfather appear before him,
he opened his mouth several times but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"Saint."
A Dreadnought walked out from inside Fang Fortress, its heavy footsteps crossing the wolf pack.
The newcomer was Bjorn, who had lived from the 30k era until now.
He had been monitoring the conversation between the Great Wolf and the Primarch, to prevent the situation from deteriorating.
After seeing the Saint's arrival, he feared Logan might do something disrespectful, so he chose to personally come out and greet him.
The Saint's identity was different from a Primarch's.
Although a Primarch was the Emperor's biological son,
at times, the Space Wolves Battle Group could still accuse Guilliman of not having the Allfather's approval,
and could oppose the laws Guilliman enacted by claiming they were not in the best interests of the Imperium or the Emperor.
Because resisting a Primarch did not mean resisting the Emperor.
But a Living Saint was the Emperor's envoy, his earthly incarnation.
He exercised the authority of the Lord of Mankind.
Opposing a Living Saint was opposing the Lord of Mankind. This one charge alone would be enough for the Inquisition to declare one a heretic subject to excommunication.
Although after the Month of Shame incident, the Inquisition promised not to pursue the matter of the Werewolves again, nor to return to Fenris.
But once the Space Wolves were accused of opposing the Lord of Mankind, even a founding Battle Group might not be able to preserve itself.
Before everyone's eyes, the Dreadnought walked up to Alex.
The muffled sound of servo motors emanated from it.
Immediately after, one of the Dreadnought's mechanical legs bent at the knee and knelt on the ground.
Seeing the Dreadnought's action, Logan and the other Space Wolves warriors also knelt on one knee.
They were not swearing allegiance to Alex, but rather showing loyalty to the Emperor, to the great Lord of Mankind.
Guilliman watched this scene, and his heart immediately turned cold.
Damn it, the problem of a difficult team only applies to me, right?!
You wolf cubs are truly something,
seeing Uncle Thirteen, you grab knives and guns, eager to fight.
But seeing the Saint, you all kneel down in a rush.
Isn't this slapping Uncle Thirteen in the face?
I want to go back to Macragge, I want to go back to my Ultramarines.
This Regent job truly can't be done at all.
Goodbye, Father, I'm setting sail tonight, the universe is so big, I want to see it.
Let the Saint handle the Imperium, I've done my best.
Guilliman complained internally, but his face remained calm, without a ripple. He just watched the scene calmly.
"Bjorn, we meet again."
Alex smiled and placed his hand on the Dreadnought's Aquila emblem.
Golden light surged into the Dreadnought's interior, repairing internal damage and restoring it to peak condition.
"This is the Allfather's mighty power."
During the Great Crusade, Bjorn had once witnessed the Emperor perform such a miracle in a documentary: in just a moment, he repaired damaged Titans back to their original state, allowing them to join the battle and achieve victory.
He never expected to witness it firsthand after ten thousand years.
"It's just a bit of power granted by the Emperor," Alex said humbly.
"Are you an incarnation of the Allfather?" asked Ragnar, one of the Wolf Lords, from the side.
Alex shook his head, "No, I am just an ordinary person who has received the Emperor's blessing."
Guilliman, hearing this, his pupils slightly dilated, he had to clench his fists to suppress the urge to complain in his heart.
This guy, here he goes again.
'I am an ordinary person blessed by the Emperor.'
You're an ordinary person?
Then what am I, a biological son who hasn't received a blessing?
The Players not far away also began to complain.
Bald Donkey: "The Guide is the Guide, even showing off is so easy and comfortable for him."
Pig Head Strong: "Still need to learn from him."
Dou Zong: "'This is part of the plan,' 'I am not a god,' 'I am Rogal Dorn,' 'I am an ordinary person who has been blessed.' I suggest these be selected as the hardest quotes in the Warhammer Universe.