Warhammer: Saiyan Adopted by the Wolf King

The Emperor was truly troubled.

The visions of the future he had seen felt as if they depicted two different realities.

In one future, Angron was fated to fall and become a Daemon Prince of Khorne. He would lead the XII Legion, fight for the Imperium begrudgingly for a dozen years, and even institute the brutal military law of decimation.

He would even kill a Custodian upon returning to his ship.

Yet, all these visions of the future were now irrelevant. They would never come to pass because Angron had already succumbed to damnation and ascended as a Greater Daemon, a part of Khrone himself.

"What should we do with this?" Axis asked, his gaze falling upon the dagger on the ground.

What had truly happened on this planet? Was Angron corrupted by this artefact?

"I will take this Warp artefact," the Emperor declared, "I shall see to its destruction."

The Emperor wanted to study the artifact to understand how it had managed to corrupt Angron. More importantly, he needed to determine precisely when Khorne's insidious influence had taken root.

He also wondered when Tzeentch had allied with the Blood God to orchestrate the corruption of a Primarch. If one of his sons had fallen, were the others still safe?

The Emperor intended to resolve the situation on Nuceria quickly.

He then planned to travel to Horus and observe the other Primarchs individually. He even considered revealing some information about the Warp to them, so they could be prepared for its dangers.

"This world will require a thorough cleansing," Axis said, "There could still be Chaos cultists hiding here. I intend to make this planet our Legion's homeworld, so its security must be guaranteed. There can be no trace of Chaotic influence, otherwise we risk recruiting spies and traitors into our ranks."

"Indeed. I will assist you with this task. I will conduct a psychic scan of the entire planet," the Emperor replied, "Tomorrow, I shall meet with the War Hounds Legion. After that, I must depart for Horus's fleet. The future of the Great Crusade, and the command of a Legion, will officially fall to you." He looked at Axis, impressed.

The sheer quality of power Axis's soul had displayed would make him far more difficult to corrupt than any Primarch, not to mention his Ki, which is inherently resistant to warps influence. He would not have to worry about this son in law of his.

"I understand, Father-in-law. You can rest assured," Axis replied.

The Emperor unleashed his formidable psychic power, sweeping his senses across the entire planet.

His consciousness, now amplified by Axis's energy, covered the globe with ease. He quickly identified several hidden Chaos sorcerers and populations of mortals who had fallen to their worship.

These sorcerers, with their command of strange magics, were clearly not followers of Khorne.

Among the four Chaos Gods, only the blue-skinned lord of change relished such practices.

Without a word, the Emperor exerted his psychic might, remotely crushing the sorcerers' skulls. He then relayed the coordinates of their tainted communities to Axis. More than a dozen villages and one large town had been utterly corrupted. Their inhabitants, to varying degrees, had all embraced the worship of Chaos.

The Emperor had zero tolerance for such corruption.

The populace of these areas had to be purged, with no survivors left to spread the disease. If this world had not been designated as a homeworld by Axis, the Emperor would have unhesitatingly ordered an Exterminatus.

Upon receiving the coordinates, Axis immediately dispatched his sons.

The Golden Legion deployed to the tainted villages and city, their orders clear: cleanse every soul who had fallen to the Chaos Gods. Not one was to be spared. Afterwards, Axis planned to have Kasha conduct another detailed survey of the planet to ensure no remnant of Chaos influence remained.

A day later, the full strength of the XII Legion, the War Hounds, had assembled in orbit above Nuceria, joining the Emperor's grand fleet.

After the rendezvous, the Emperor issued a command.

Astartes of the XII Legion were to strip off their power armour, clad only in their armoured bodysuits, and assemble aboard Axis's Gloriana-class battleship.

The full contingent of 110,000 War Hounds followed the order without question, mustering aboard the flagship.

Confusion rippled through their ranks. They had no idea what had happened or why the Emperor had summoned them back with such urgency. Why had they been ordered to remove their power armour and leave their weapons behind?

In a vast plaza aboard the ship, the warriors of the XII Legion murmured amongst themselves.

"Could it be that our father has been found? Is that why the Emperor has gathered us?" one of the Company Captains mused.

"It's possible," a Legionary officer replied, "Rumor has it the Emperor discovered a powerful warrior on a planet called Nuceria."

"But why order us to disarm?" asked a captain from an assault company, "Look at the Space Marines around us. They seem hostile. They are all in full power armour, holding boltguns, and some even have energy weapons."

The situation was far from normal.

Energy weapons were rare, unlike the mass-produced bolter. Typically, only high-ranking officers were equipped with them, yet these Astartes carried them in great numbers.

"Quiet, my brothers," said Khârn, Captain of the 8th Assault Company, "Whatever happens, we need only obey the Emperor's will."

For reasons he could not explain, a sense of deep unease settled over Khârn. The entire situation felt deeply unsettling.

As the War Hounds conversed, the Emperor arrived, flanked by his Custodian Guard, Axis, and Astartes from the Golden Legion.

Upon the Emperor's arrival, every Space Marine of the War Hounds dropped to one knee. Their movements were a study in synchronized precision, perfectly uniform.

"To the great Master of Mankind, the glorious Emperor! With utmost reverence, the XII Legion, the War Hounds, reports!" their voices thundered in unison.

They were a highly disciplined Legion of Astartes who, even without their Primarch, had earned countless glories in the Great Crusade.

They offered their Emperor the highest form of military salute.

The Emperor nodded, pleased by the sight.

The War Hounds had served the Imperium well over the years. An entire Legion should not be condemned because of the fall of their Primarch.

"Warriors of the War Hounds," the Emperor began, his voice resonating across the plaza, "you are among the most loyal of the Space Marine Legions. You have won great victories for the Imperium in the Great Crusade. I have summoned you here today to make two announcements. The first is that I have found your Primarch. However, he has a problem, a very serious one. He has betrayed me."

A shockwave of disbelief and horror tore through the assembled Legion.

Their gene-father had been found, only for them to learn that he had turned against the Emperor.

The warriors of the XII Legion stared blankly, their minds reeling. Some began to tremble. Was this why they were summoned? To be executed? Was this why they had been stripped of their armour and weapons?

Was this a purge? Had the Emperor abandoned them? A chilling dread gripped the heart of every Legionary, and they cast wary glances at the surrounding warriors of the Golden Legion.

But not a single one dared to question or challenge the Emperor.

"Be still, my warriors," the Emperor commanded, his voice imbued with psychic energy that calmed the minds of the war hounds.

He feared that their connection with Angron might cause them to erupt into a sudden, uncontrollable rage or even manifest mutations. "You are innocent. You have committed no crime. On the contrary, you have served the Imperium with honour. For that reason, I will not condemn you."

His words offered a sliver of relief to the anxious Legionaries.

"Great Emperor," a commander from the War Hounds finally asked, "what happened to our father? Why… why would he betray you?"

"Your Primarch was corrupted by an evil power from beyond. I cannot tell you the specific details. You need only know that he has been twisted into a complete and utter xenos, no longer human."

"Master of Mankind, what will you do with us?" another officer asked, "Do you still require our service in battle?" This was the question that truly mattered to them.

"It was your father who committed treason, not you. You are without sin. However, your gene-seed can no longer be trusted.

"Therefore, I have made a decision. My decision is to have you integrated into another Legion. You will receive new gene-seed."

It was the best, and indeed the only, solution.

For those who refused to accept it, death would be the only alternative. The Emperor could not permit the bloodline of a traitor to persist within the Imperium.

Axis stepped forward, his voice firm and clear. "I know your hearts are filled with confusion. From this day forward, I will take responsibility for you. All of you will receive new gene-seed, derived from my own.

"You will all become my sons, and you will continue to fight for the Imperium and for Humanity. I welcome you, battle-hardened veterans, into my Legion. My gene-seed will make you stronger than ever before and grant you a new power of transformation!"

A captain of the War Hounds was the first to act, kneeling before him. "We obey your command, great Emperor, and our great father." They had never known their original Primarch.

To gain a new one now seemed like no great loss, and their first impression of this one was strong.

"We hail our great father!" the rest of the Legionaries knelt as one, "The XII Legion will serve you! No! The Golden Legion will serve you!" They knew they had no other choice.

In truth, this new path was a blessing. The Emperor had shown them mercy.

"The designation of the Twelfth Legion will be preserved," Axis announced, "My Golden Legion will now be the new XII Legion. As for your identity as the War Hounds, you may retain that title as a grand company within the Golden Legion."

It was just a name, and Axis felt that his original designation as the XXI Legion was unimpressive.

Since Angron had fallen without ever leading the XII, there was no issue with him inheriting the number.

A wave of relief and happiness spread through the former War Hounds.

Their new father was treating them with honor and respect. For so long, they had yearned for the return of their Primarch.

Although the circumstances were different, their wish had finally been granted.

"To our great father, we offer our highest reverence! We fight for the Golden Legion!"

"For the Golden Legion!" their chorus thundered.

"Excellent, my sons," Axis said with a smile, "The apothecarions are ready. It is time to receive your new gene-seed.

"The procedure will be of minor inconvenience."

In the decade that had passed on Holy Terra, the Imperium had made some technological advancements.

At the very least, the med pods he had brought to this world could now be produced on a small scale. Axis had brought over a thousand such pods with him.

The gene-seed replacement surgery would take only a few hours for each warrior with the help of these pods.

Once the new seed was implanted, his aggressive genes would begin to completely transform their physiology.

The superhuman organs cultured from Angron's cells would gradually be remade into those of Axis.

Saiyan cells were extremely invasive. Axis's gene-seed would alter the War Hounds' genetic sequence far more rapidly than any other.

Guided by members of the Golden Legion, the War Hounds began filing into the apothecarions.

The Legion's Apothecaries commenced the operations, assisted by the War Hounds' own Apothecaries to increase efficiency.

"Within three days, they will all have received the new gene-seed," the Emperor remarked to Axis, "In three months, all of their super human organs will have fully converted to yours."

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