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Chapter 258: Logan: Wait, Weren't We Supposed to Be Fighting a Star God?
🕑 Added 2025-10-24 10:33:08 +0000 UTCChapter 258: Logan: Wait, Weren't We Supposed to Be Fighting a Star God?
"Father! Why... why won't you see me?!"
"No! Why!"
Arthur and Karna, a truly professional team, came and went with speed. Before long, they had cleaned up all the sorcerers. Including those who had been killed earlier, a total of nine Thousand Sons sorcerers and various psychic cabals composed of several to dozens of members.
Upon discovering that the Thousand Sons sorcerers had gone mad due to Ramesses's appearance, the members of those cabals had decisively sold out their masters and had chosen to flee with the intellectual property. Those who were fast had evacuated on the Silver Towers. Those who were slow, or were in the areas targeted by Arthur, were turned to ash in the Astartes' efficient annihilation operation.
The invasion of Fenris was over. But the real threat had not been eliminated.
The Wolves did not rush to hold a feast for their comrades and enjoy the joy of victory. Instead, under the leadership of the Great Wolf, they had hastily come to the surface.
"Tzeentch is a real piece of work," Ramesses said, having eliminated the last of the trouble. After Arthur had destroyed the 99 hidden crystal arrays and various sacrificial sites, Ramesses could finally float down and enjoy the Burning One's excavation project. "Good thing I'm a step ahead."
He casually stepped over the corpse of a Thousand Sons sorcerer. Trazyn, disappointed, put away his camera. These Primarchs were too decisive in their handling of their sons, making the supporting characters look like clowns and leaving him with no drama to watch. It was said that the story between the Dark Angels and Arthur was very interesting, but he could only find fragments in the coded messages.
The Silent Vow was too difficult to operate on now. There were patrolling Dark Angels, assassins composed of Blanks or psykers, Mechanicus members from Cawl's faction, and Aeldari Wraith-titan pilots out for a stroll. You never knew if a random decorative 'gemstone' had an Aeldari Farseer sitting inside.
The thought of it made Trazyn's teeth ache. Soul stones, likely a mineral created by Isha, the Aeldari goddess of life, could serve as a container for a soul in the material universe, protecting the Craftworld Aeldari bound to them from being devoured by Slaanesh after death. And the Dawnbreakers could mass-produce them. Plus, with the warp-domain that protected the Aeldari, they could basically raise them like dogs.
Those Aeldari were always trying to win merit, hoping the lords would let them out for some fresh air more often. And Trazyn's petty thefts were naturally within the scope of their arrest. And as sworn enemies who had been fighting for tens of thousands of years, the Aeldari Farseers, whose traditions were intact, and who, even in the Craftworld era, had not forgotten to send assassins to assassinate the sleeping Necron phaeron, had not forgotten how to arrest their old rivals. They were just waiting to catch him and win some merit.
Trazyn then looked at Bjorn, who had insisted on coming down with them. This old wolf's decision was a bit suicidal. Faced with the threat of a C'tan shard, he had just come down on a whim, with little consideration for his own importance. But it seemed he was indeed seeking death. You could see it from his unrestrained fighting style.
'Haaa~' Gazing at the ancient Dreadnought, Trazyn sighed. 'Instead of便宜 that slave-driver, the Emperor, it would be better to 便宜 me. At least in my place, you can sleep soundly and not be woken up to fight time and time again.'
The ancient Venerable Dreadnought immediately felt a chill.
"The temperature is dropping," Ramesses said, raising a psychic shield to block out the minus-two-hundred-degree temperature. He looked at the path that had been carved out by Karna. Something was drawing out the heat.
"It's frost-crystal," the Great Wolf Logan, who had rushed over after being informed that a big bomb was buried on Midgardia, explained, looking around. "It can absorb the surrounding heat. The weapons we build with it can even lower the overall temperature of a planet when used on a large scale."
His body was still covered in the dried blood of various creatures. In this low temperature, it began to crystallize and fall off with his movements. As the Great Wolf, Logan was in charge of the boarding operation on the Ark of Omen. But the environment inside was too complex. There were even xenos like the Tyranids, which had not yet been discovered in the central part of the galaxy, which had delayed them until now.
"But a vein this large," Logan looked up at the crystalline veins that were scattered and cracked, extending all the way to the mainland. He couldn't help but frown. "I've never seen one before."
The mining of frost-crystal was very complex. Because any object that came into contact with it would rapidly lose heat, most of humanity's mining tools were useless. With the Space Wolves' technology, they could only rely on manpower to polish the frost-crystal ore and then excavate. The people of Fenris were naturally able to adapt to the cold of these crystals. Ordinary people, even Astartes, could not use their 'Frost-hell' series weapons, which were made from frost-crystals.
Currently, the team's advance relied on Karna burning a path forward. As the team drew closer, under the powerful searchlights of the Space Marine forces, Logan could also see the pyramidal civilization ruins sealed within the ice crystals. This made Logan's brow furrow even tighter. He recognized the structure of these buildings. It was an ancient xenos race called the Necrons, which he had first encountered during his first Great Hunt in the Orphean Sector. Why is it on Fenris too? And how powerful must a being be to require such a seal?
Logan couldn't help but remember Ramesses's explanation on the surface. The Burning One, Nyadra'zatha, was the C'tan that controlled the concept of 'burning.' In human scientific terms, it represented the entropy of the universe. And frost-crystal was one of the few minerals that could perform entropy reduction, which could正好 neutralize the entropy increase. Don't look at him as a Space Wolf, but Logan still understood these scientific common senses.
His brow grew deeper. The old wolf also tightened his grip on the Morkai's Axe, which was glowing with a red light. For some reason, after joining the two Primarchs' team, this trophy of his had also begun to go out of control. The pressure in his heart, the caution of the battle, made this old wolf even more vigilant.
"How magical," unlike the tense Logan, Ramesses, who looked like he was on a field trip, broke off a piece of frost-crystal and used his psychic power to observe it. Entropy reduction... it's like a soul stone, something that's touched the warp. It shouldn't be a Necron creation.
"Archmagos, it seems you have a new cooling system for your Dreadnoughts," Ramesses said to Cawl, having made his judgment.
Cawl had designed a giant Dreadnought a long time ago, named the Redemptor Dreadnought. This giant Dreadnought was larger than a traditional Dreadnought, with a more ingenious design, a high-density plasma reactor and a complex fiber-bundle system, and its neural link had also been optimized to allow the pilot to better control it. But this model of Dreadnought had not been adopted by the Dawnbreakers. In terms of Dreadnought supply to the various Chapters, they had chosen the more-tested Contemptor Dreadnought. And within the Dawnbreakers, especially the Dark Angels, they used the more powerful Wraith-constructs, that is, the Spirit-Forged Dreadnoughts.
Because after testing, the combat capability of these Dreadnoughts was indeed far superior to that of the equivalent Leviathan Dreadnought, but it had a fatal flaw: it burned through its pilots. In the same amount of combat time, the Redemptor Dreadnought would go through pilots more frequently than other Dreadnoughts—because the initial pilots of these Dreadnoughts had been burned to a crisp by the machine's powerful destruction. Sometimes the Redemptor Dreadnought's surging energy would completely consume the controller's life.
"Do you have any more of this model of Dreadnought? Can you install it for me?" Bjorn couldn't help but ask, after listening to the analysis of the accompanying research team.
As soon as he said this, the wolf-pups around him, including Logan, broke into a cold sweat. Bjorn the Fell-Handed was so eager to die that his voice was completely calm. He had wanted to die for a long time. He had been the Great Wolf for nearly eight hundred years, and had long since turned the once-infamous savage executioners into a group of internally excellent warriors. After he was seriously injured, he had repeatedly instructed them to find a good place on Fenris and bury him. But these disrespectful bastards had, on a whim, buried him in a Dreadnought. And an Ironclad Dreadnought at that!
"No, Ancient!"
"My will is set!"
Bjorn felt he had woken up at the right time. Not only could he once again witness the glory of the Primarchs, but he could even get a reasonable chance to seek death.
"You can't do this, Lord Bjorn!" a few young Blood Claws slid to their knees at Bjorn's feet, tears streaming down their faces.
Bjorn immediately looked up at the sky. For some reason, although you couldn't see his expression, and the Ironclad Dreadnought was one of the clumsier models of Dreadnought, the surrounding Dark Angels felt a sense of pain from him. The pain of being torn between letting go and not being able to.
He had wanted to rest for a long time, but countless juniors had placed all their hopes on his body, and he had to bear this expectation and move forward. He was so tired. He was really tired.
"How tragic," Cypher said, looking at the old guy. The Dark Angels had their little brothers to lead, and they were happy as could be. The Chapters that had followed the Dawn Crusade had their complete Ancients to accompany them, and were surrounded by familiar people. And look at Bjorn. All alone, buried in a stone coffin. No companion to talk to, no Primarch to be his harbor. Everyone sought wisdom from the Ancient, sought comfort, sought spiritual sustenance, and hoped for their eternal health. But where could the Ancient go to seek these things?
"It's a good thing we have our own place to go when we die," Gareth couldn't help but say. The Prince had given them a lot of choices. To go to Avalon and sleep, to go to Ramesses's manpower company and enjoy the treatment of a slave-driver. Or to go to the Emperor's throne, or to be completely shattered and leave no trace. Or to be reborn and continue to fulfill their duties. There were many choices, it all depended on what you thought was a good ending. After meeting the Primarchs, they all felt they were quite lucky. Not only had they finally figured themselves out in their candor with each other, but they could also die with understanding.
"Yes, we are lucky," Cypher couldn't help but sigh.
"...I will analyze this material," Cawl said, taking a crystal from Ramesses and beginning his analysis.
"I have some ideas on my end as well," Romulus's side, after a brief contemplation, couldn't help but say, "Is Logan there? I have a proposal for the construction of a trade route between Fenris and the Dawnlight Sector. You should take a look at it first." If these crystals could maintain their effect for a long time after leaving Fenris, then they had a wide range of applications in technology.
'Wait—'
Faced with the group of people who were discussing among themselves, the Dark Angels who had no sense of tension, and the sudden invitation from Romulus, Logan, the only one who was planning to participate in the war, was confused. 'Aren't we going to fight a war?'
Why were they all discussing things? Ignoring Romulus, who was trying to interfere in Fenris's affairs while his thoughts were in disarray, Logan looked at the very relaxed Ramesses and couldn't help but ask, "My Lord, don't we need to prepare for battle?"
"No need," Ramesses shook his head. "In the face of a C'tan shard, the number of conventional ground troops is meaningless. Just leave it to them," he said, pointing to Arthur and Karna.
This answer made Logan's face darken. "Then we—"
"You were the ones who wanted to come down," the Thousand Son replied innocently. When conditions allowed, the Dawnbreakers fully respected the local people's right to know. And there was no need to stop them. If they had really tried to stop these Space Wolves, they would have fought their way down anyway.
"Then you—"
"I'm in charge of getting you out if we can't win."
"..." Logan stood there, his eyes clear and dazed. He felt a strong sense of dissonance. After thinking for a long time, he still decided to organize the Space Wolves to scout the surrounding area and act as an outer defensive line to protect this group of members who seemed to have a few screws loose.
"Heh," Trazyn shook his head, looking at the departing Logan, the discussing humans, and the Dark Angels who were already secretly deploying a collapse-weapon as a backup strategy. If not for these few beings of unknown origin, who had arranged the entire recovery plan so clearly and could provide a backstop, you wouldn't be so relaxed. If not for them, they would have likely started fighting each other out of distrust, and then, while they were fighting, they would have released the Burning One's shard, and then other factions would have come sniffing around.
Now they were strong, someone could hold the line, and they were not so extreme. Change was so simple. Power could solve many problems. And this power had come in a group of four!
"Haaa~"
That shard should be mine!
Thinking of the 'Primarchs' who were thinking of humanity in every way and had left them plenty of room to maneuver, Trazyn sighed again. How is humanity so lucky?
