“Is there anything funny? My name is Emperor; you can call me that from now on, or you can call me Father.” The Emperor said, his tone calm but with an undeniable majesty.
Wolf King Leman Russ sat on his throne, a playful smile on his lips, looking at the man who claimed to be his biological father, the Lord of Mankind, and the Emperor.
“It is quite funny! I am the king here, but you want the king here to kneel before you, and you even claim to be my father?
My father is dead! Before he died, he handed the position of tribal chief to me, and I led the warriors of the tribe to conquer the entire planet, becoming the Wolf King of this planet.” Leman Russ replied unceremoniously.
“That was just your adoptive father, just like this child in front of you; he is not your biological son.
And I am your biological father; you are my gene-son; my blood flows in your veins.” The Emperor’s tone remained calm, but every word seemed to carry immense weight.
“Heh heh! So what? Do I need to cry and kneel before you, then call you ‘Dad’?
And then you will cry and hug me, calling me ‘son’?” Leman Russ sneered, his tone full of mockery.
“That’s not necessary, but I am launching a Great Crusade to save humanity. This crusade may last for hundreds of years, thousands of years, or even longer.
I need you to join this Great Crusade; you were born for this very reason.” The Emperor’s tone remained calm, but his words revealed an undeniable power.
“Hahaha! Human Emperor, right?
Turn left and you can get out. I’m not interested in participating in your Great Crusade.” Leman Russ waved his hand, his tone full of disdain.
Spending every day with his wolf brothers, sparring with his Little Wolf Cub, and going hunting with the warriors of the tribe—that was the life he yearned for.
He was living well now and had no interest in participating in any Great Crusade, much less serving as someone else’s subordinate.
“I’m afraid the choice is not yours. After the Great Crusade ends, you can return here and live the life you want.
But that must be after saving the human race.” The Emperor’s tone remained calm, but his words revealed an undeniable firmness.
Before he finished speaking, the Emperor lifted his cloak, revealing an extremely magnificent golden armor. His figure was even more imposing and taller than when he was wrapped in the robe, and a powerful energy fluctuation emanated from him, instantly causing everyone present to kneel.
The only ones who did not kneel and remained standing were Wolf King Leman Russ and Axis.
The Emperor looked at Axis with interest, slightly surprised.
This child’s body is very strong! The Psychic Power pressure he released would be unbearable even for a normal Astartes, but this child could stand before him.
At this moment, Axis was also not feeling well. He felt his mind in chaos, as if his entire being was about to lose consciousness. He gritted his teeth and fully circulated the Qi within his body, letting its power fill him, which barely allowed him to remain conscious, but his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Deep within him, a Great Ape seemed to be roaring madly, as if provoked! This roaring power thoroughly dispelled the Emperor’s Psychic Power pressure.
“What do you mean by this? If you want to fight, I’ll stay with you to the end.” Leman Russ stood in front of Axis, his gaze like a torch, staring at the golden-armored man before him.
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He felt a terrifying pressure emanating from the golden-armored man in front of him, as if in just an instant, the opponent could knock him down or even kill him.
“I merely made them unable to move; I did not harm them, you can rest assured. However, your adopted son has truly impressed me! I admit I underestimated him before.” The Emperor looked at Axis, a hint of admiration in his tone.
He did not feel any Psychic Power fluctuations on this child, which meant this child was not a Psykers.
This was a good thing. Although Psychic Power was powerful, it was not easy to control and could easily be exploited by Chaos.
For a purely physical body to be strong to this extent was indeed rare. It seemed that this time, in addition to finding his son, he might also have an unexpected gain.
“We Fenrisians have a tradition: when there are disagreements between two parties and neither can convince the other, three contests can be held.
If you can defeat me, then I will obey you. Conversely, if I defeat you, you must leave here.” Leman Russ spoke, a hint of challenge in his tone.
“You want to have contests with me? Tell me, what kind of contests?” The Emperor smiled slightly and said.
“The three things we Fenrisians love to do most: eating, drinking, and wrestling.” Leman Russ said with confidence.
When it came to drinking, he was undoubtedly the best on the entire planet. Perhaps Axis, that kid, could beat him when he grew up, but for now, he was still number one.
As for eating, that kid was the best, but when it came to fighting, he was still quite confident.
These past six months of various sparring sessions with that kid had not only improved that kid’s combat strength but also his own.
The Emperor smiled slightly upon hearing this and agreed to Russ’s request.
The surrounding tribe members also regained their ability to move and immediately began preparing food for the two. A moment later, mountains of food were placed before them.
The result of the first contest was naturally self-evident; the Human Emperor, without surprise, lost to Russ in eating.
The Emperor ate less than a third of what Russ did. After winning against the Emperor once, Leman Russ showed a smug expression.
This stranger didn’t seem as formidable as he had imagined.
For the second contest, the tribal warriors brought large barrels of mead. The Emperor sat at the table, picked up a cup of mead, smiled at Axis, and then drank it.
Leman Russ, on the other hand, picked up a large wine barrel and poured it madly into his mouth. The Emperor had just finished two cups, while Leman Russ had already finished three large barrels of mead.
“Hahaha! It seems I’ve won this contest.” Leman Russ threw the wine barrel to the ground, seemingly confident of victory.
“Russ, don’t be careless!” Axis couldn’t help but remind him.
Seriously, in a moment you’re going to be beaten so badly you’ll be calling him ‘Dad’! I wonder how strong the Human Emperor’s combat power is when translated into the Dragon Ball World!
“Hahaha! Don’t worry, my Little Wolf Cub, this stranger is nothing special.
I think you can beat him. Why don’t you take my place for the third contest!” At this moment, Leman Russ was clearly a bit drunk.
Axis: “…”
Damn it! Me, fight the Emperor? Are you kidding me!