The Creators: From Night City

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The wolf king, who had been grinning like a dimple with his sharp teeth bared, instantly dropped his seemingly unrestrained smile.

His lips were taut, his sharp canines were exposed, and his nostrils were flattened by the force of his facial muscles, making him look exactly like a taut wolf's kiss.

Two eyes hidden beneath thick eyebrows reflected a sinister light in the dim light, involuntarily reminding one of a cunning, vigilant, and ferocious alpha wolf, ready to devour its prey.

The temperature between the two suddenly dropped sharply, and with the wolf lord's silence, even an illusory frost seemed to rise from the surrounding space.

And this is what a primordial gene should look like.

"How did you know?" The question was as cold as the wind from Fingri.

The only response was Jiang Bingshen's golden eyes, as imposing as a prison.

Jiang Bing was getting increasingly impatient with the anger and scheming that had been building up over the past few days. At the same time, he felt that it was wise to lay everything out on the table when dealing with a man like Riemann Russ who was outwardly rough but inwardly shrewd.

A pair of enormous, illusory, fiery eyes quietly opened from behind Jiang Bing.

In the sealed environment of the internet, Jiang Bing briefly revealed some of his 'true nature' for the first time.

"The Prince of Pleasure has left His mark on you, Lord Wolf. In the eyes of some beings, this mark is even more conspicuous than ink on a blank sheet of paper."

A dazzling flame ignited from Jiang Bingxu's right hand, burning as fiercely as the sun.

The light not only melted away the 'frost' brought by the Wolf Lord, but also dispelled all the filth and darkness of the entire network.

The light of the 'Aether Fire' illuminated the surrounding darkness in every detail, including the pink mark attached to the spatial essence of Leman Rusya.

The flames cast an unpredictable shadow on Leman Russ's face. After a long while, he released his grip on the two-handed sword at his waist, waved to the wolf guards behind him to calm down, and then explained, "This has nothing to do with you, Lord Sabur."

The flames vanished back into the darkness as he clenched his fist.

Jiang Bing has already achieved his goal. He has no desire to seek answers, and his actions are purely for deterrence.

When dealing with intelligent people and "reckless people," a straightforward display of muscle and fists is an excellent way to communicate.

“I wish it had nothing to do with me, Wolf Lord, but now that you’re standing here, I’m afraid my debt to the Emperor will have to increase again.”

The wise wolf king instantly realized that he had once again unknowingly become a pawn in the power struggle of the human ruler.

"Lord of Mankind, who possesses the whole world, Lord Sabur," Leman Russ suddenly smiled slyly, his tone shifting abruptly to sarcastic and mocking.

“I think he will repay your kindness many times over, although he does have quite a lot of debt. In fact, if you don’t mind, I have a few personal debts that I might be able to transfer to you as well.”

"And the price might only require a lavish banquet."

Once known as the 'Imperial Executioner,' who did the dirty work for the Emperor, and now, after thousands of years adrift in the Warp, Leman Ruth, the alpha wolf of Fenris, said this.

Chapter 992 A Mythical Banquet

The encounters between people are quite magical. Some people hit it off immediately and have a great time talking, while others just can't stand each other.

For Jiang Bing at this moment, anyone who is willing to cricket or weasel is a friend.

Thus, a grand banquet was officially held.

The Space Wolves' overall style is somewhat like that of the Space Vikings, with the upper echelons setting an example for the lower echelons. This kind of atmosphere is naturally inseparable from the 'earnest teachings' of Riemann Ruth.

As a true big eater, Riemann Russ is an absolute gourmand.

He had only three hobbies in his life: drinking, eating meat, and killing people.

Influenced by him, a grand banquet culture became popular throughout the Space Wolves Legion.

They would revel in festivals, after victories, and at any time when feasts were necessary, so much so that Fenris's mead became famous throughout the Astartes.

Of course, it earned them a bad reputation.

The Astartes have a very powerful internal digestive system. The pre-installed stomachs implanted in their bodies can break down many organic toxins and indigestible substances (such as leather, bark, and even soil). This allows the Astartes to survive on things that most organisms cannot use, even in the case of extreme shortage of supplies.

Ordinary alcoholic beverages are no different from water to the Astartes; no matter how much, they cannot make them drunk.

In order to get drunk, Fenris' mead was invented.

This mead, made from the honey of a highly toxic bee native to Fenris, is equivalent to a deadly poison for ordinary people.

Even if Astartes from other chapters were to drink it, they would only experience a horrific ordeal, like 'swallowing a ball of liquid fire while being struck on the head by a warhammer.'

Interestingly, in the culture of the Space Wolves, sharing the same jug of mead is the ultimate symbol of friendship, trust, and brotherhood. Drinking mead together means that the other person considers you a true brother and partner. Similarly, refusing to drink together is considered a great insult.

This led to Fenris mead becoming infamous.

Gaining the wolf king's friendship is quite simple: as long as you can eat, drink, and fight, you'll basically be on the same wavelength.

To be honest, Jiang Bing didn't really want to get along with the other party, but as the host, he naturally couldn't neglect the proper etiquette for entertaining guests.

Of course, he also had the idea of ​​taking the opportunity to learn more about this Primarch.

Thus, a grand banquet, just like those in myths and legends, was held on the 'Jack Raven'.

High-quality mead, piled high like small mountains, was transported from the Monster Hunter World warehouse via Heimul, and then pushed cart after cart by Palicoes to the banquet table.

Although these meads don't have the overpowering flavor of Fenris mead, the nectar secreted by the 'Honeybug,' a species unique to the Monster Hunter world, is brimming with vitality, resulting in a wine that is full of natural aromas and boundless life force.

It is also very easy to get drunk, but compared to the high alcohol content of Griffin mead, it relies on its vitality.

The wolf lord, who hadn't had a proper hearty drink in many millennia, couldn't wait to tear open the cork. The aged wine barrel, made from ancient trees, was more than a person tall and weighed several hundred kilograms, but the other party still easily lifted it above his head with both hands and drank it in big gulps.

The fragrance of grass and trees permeated the entire banquet hall and lingered for a long time, so much so that tender green shoots sprouted from the long wooden table.

"Good wine!" As a seasoned connoisseur, Wolf Lord could tell the difference between good and bad wine as soon as it entered his throat.

Fat Orange used all its skills to present its best to this grand banquet. A whole 'Bobo' was skinned and deboned and laid out on a giant modern grill to be roasted until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Several layers of honey brushed onto the surface are forced into the roasted meat by the flames, and most of the moisture evaporates, leaving only a glossy film on the surface that resembles glass.

Various high-quality spices are sprinkled all over the roasted 'bobo', and under Fat Orange's superb culinary skills, the timing of these spices is just right.

When the food was served, the residual heat of the roasted meat brought out the aroma of the last sprinkled spices, which mixed with the rich flavor of the secret sauce and seasonal fruit and vegetable bits. The enticing aroma filled the magnificent banquet hall, and even Michaela, who never eats, couldn't help but swallow hard.

Of course, the most surprising thing is the size of the dish.

It's worth noting that an adult 'Bobo' is no smaller than an elephant, so this dish was carried up by more than a dozen Felynes working together.

Even Leman Russ, who had devoured the entire human empire, had never seen such a lavish scene, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

But soon, hunger prompted him to set aside all prejudices and begin to feast.

Don't expect a 'Viking' who has been starving in the Warp for tens of thousands of years to be particular about table manners, even though he doesn't usually care about them.

Although Jiang Bing hadn't yet witnessed the Primarch's combat prowess, he had certainly seen it firsthand at the dinner table.

To put it simply, if Riemann Russ were to perform the scene where three people eat one pig, it would probably have to be changed to "one pig eats three pigs".

"Do you need to go to Holy Terra?" After a gust of wind, the Wolf Lord finally had time to talk about his mission here.

“I have a deal to make with the Emperor, and I believe Valerius has already explained its truth to you.” Jiang Bing, holding a cup, sat beside the other man. His size made him look like a dwarf in comparison, but no one dared to ignore his presence.

"So, Leman Russ, can you still find the way to Holy Terra?"

“Of course,” the Wolf Lord tossed his long golden hair, the scarred Primarch armor making a slight scraping sound.

"The Fenris wolf will never lose its way home."

"But as you said, I am currently in trouble and I apologize that I am temporarily unable to fulfill my duties."

Jiang Bing sighed and said, "Sharah the Demonic Calamity? That eternal hunter?"

“That’s right,” Wolf Lord said, looking puzzled.

A golden amber object appeared with Jiang Bing's snap of his fingers, imprisoning the unfortunate 'witness' within it.

“It is indeed a spy it has sent out; the smell of Slaanesh’s twisted creations is nauseating,” Riemann Russ said, his nostrils twitching as if he were sniffing out some kind of pheromone in the void.

"It led a legion of Slaanesh demons deep into the Web of Depths, hunting us down on behalf of the Dark Prince. We've already clashed with it several times."

"It seems the result is not ideal," Jiang Bing responded.

"Its master generously bestowed upon it a demon legion, attempting to bridge the gap in strength between us with sheer numbers," the Wolf King explained tactfully, trying to salvage his dignity.

"But patience is the best virtue in battle, and Fenris's wolf pack will patiently show them what a real hunt is!"

The Wolf Lord raised his glass and shouted, boosting morale. The Wolf Guards, who had become like heroic spirits, all raised their glasses in response.

“Lord Sabur, we will roam around them like a pack of wolves, gradually nibbling away at them. Before long, I will be able to completely clip its wings and drive it back to its ambiguous master with a fatal bite.”

Riemann Nus patiently explained his battle plan, but Jiang Bing's patience had been completely exhausted during the long and arduous journey.

“Lure it here, Fenris’s Wolf King. I’ll take care of it, and then let’s get going as soon as possible.”

Chapter 993 The Calamity of the Demonic Disaster

In the dim space, a streak of azure soul light spreads into the depths of the network.

Following the trail of the soul imprint, Shalashi the Demonic Calamity successfully found its target.

It was a soon-to-be-abandoned network node, shrouded in darkness and turbulent energy, making it an excellent hiding place.

The other party has been here for a long time, so long that it seems strange and suspicious, but Sharashi is still not prepared to give up this operation.

It is the Keeper of Secrets under Slaanesh, the strongest red-flowered double-wielder in the Temple of Pleasure, and a black glove that does all the dirty work. Slaanesh's will is its only goal in this life.

Moreover, it now leads a small demonic group, and within the Eldar-dominated web, almost nothing can threaten its existence.

The exquisitely crafted goat hoof boots stepped onto the spiritual bones of the net path. As it drew closer, the ever-changing spiritual bone energy network began to climb up a layer of pink blood-red veins.

The demonic group was enveloped in a melody of soft, seductive music and a pink, ambiguous mist, which surged forward as the Great Demon advanced.

Luring a great demon into a trap is not difficult; the real challenge lies in making the target believe that it is not a trap that poses a threat.

Fortunately, the fervor for the hunt had long permeated the very bones and blood of Sharashi the Demon, constantly burning its rationality. The jealousy born from the heart of the Dark Prince meant that it would never run away, and its arrogance was an innate nature.

It firmly believes that no being in the Web can rival it, not even the Eldar's cowardly clowns.

Finally, it reached its destination.

The frigid Fenris frost clashed with the decadent pink mist, churning, rising, and constantly disappearing.

The blush-inducing, decadent music and the aloof, arrogant howls of wolves echoed and intertwined.

Instead of fleeing, Wolf King Leman Russ stared at his enemy with his cold eyes, and faint blue flames rose around him and his followers.

That was the Wolf King's warp essence. During his tens of thousands of years of wandering in the warp, he had long since reclaimed the power that rightfully belonged to him.

"How strange, the poor prey didn't choose to continue its hasty escape this time." A hoarse voice like that of a viper rang out. Sharashi the Demon didn't mind toying with his opponent before killing him.

Furthermore, words can also be a deadly weapon.

Without any threat, without any pity, and without even exchanging glances, the wolf king Leman Ruth unexpectedly stepped aside at the edge of the tense standoff.

An ordinary-looking human figure emerged from behind him.

"It's here," the wolf king said with a hint of mockery, as if the cunning alpha wolf had finally driven its prey into a trap.

'Something's fishy!' This thought flashed through Sharashi the Demon's mind, and the two arms holding the gun and shield involuntarily assumed a fighting stance.

Jiang Bing turned around and calmly gazed at the great demon, whose mere presence was enough to drive ordinary people mad.

Pink mist surged and rose, as if some dangerous attack was brewing within it.

"Who are you?" the demon asked, its crown-like sensory tentacles trembling wildly, yet it could not gather any trace of a soul related to it from the space.

The empty space, apart from the blue fireworks, was filled with chaotic energy turbulence, which was undoubtedly abnormal.

"Are you sure it's this?" Jiang Bing asked.

“Fenris’s wolf pack will never mistake its prey,” Lehmann Russ assured him confidently.

"Who exactly are you...?"

Before the Great Demon could even utter his slightly guilty roar, the attack erupted without warning.

A blazing sun slowly rose.

The pink mist crumbled under the blazing sun, revealing the enormous demon lurking within. It was entirely pink, worm-like, tens of meters long, and extremely ferocious.

This is a rare Mist Shadow Beast; its howls of pain and ecstasy can shatter the minds of mortals in an instant.

But when this twisted beast was exposed naked to the scorching light, it could only let out painful howls.

The moment Jiang Bing took his first step, he shed his mortal appearance.

As He took His second step, golden flames adorned Him like magnificent armor, and waves of heat spread in all directions with His movement.

The great demon who had once defeated Skabrand, the flute-playing boy who sat beneath Khorne, raised his spear high. His handsome demonic body, when exerting force, resembled the most perfect marble sculpture, and he launched an attack with a tactic that was impeccable in both visual appeal and practicality.