Chapter 114 The Wolf King of Fenris (Please Order)
Chapter 113 The Wolf King of Fenris (Please Order)
The Queen of Glory-class battleship Hrafinger is the flagship of the 6th Legion Space Wolves. Its huge and heavy hull is as magnificent as a mountain range suspended in the boundless starry sky. Naturally, after the Wolf King Leman Russ took over the Queen of Glory-class battleship, it was also full of the style of the Legion.
The interior decoration of Hrafinger is full of tribal colors.
They used mossy rocks and soil mixed with soft grass leaves to pave the floor. Various air-dried herbs and dried meat were hung on the ceiling. The teeth and heads of wild beasts were woven into rough wind chimes by the barbarians of Fenrir and hung on the entrance of the ventilation duct, making a tinkling sound as the battleship moved.
In the corridors on both sides.
The wolf head pillars stood tall, and the wooden carvings depicted various entangled beasts. At the end of the picture, these beasts became food in the mouths of the wild wolves without exception. Those primitive and crude weapons were also used as decorations, firmly locked on the walls of the primitive wilderness.
In addition, the light inside the warship was very dim.
Because these barbarians believed that bright light would make the wild wolf's reaction slow, and they would only be alert in a dim environment and be fully prepared for battle at any time.
"This is an insult to the Sixth Legion!" In such an environment.
The rough howl of the wild wolf came from the distant and deep darkness, and the low Gothic language with Fenrir's accent exploded in the ancient hall. The bone wind chimes hanging on the walls on both sides vibrated and made crisp sounds because of the power contained in the words.
The one who made such a roar in the wolf king's small hall was the wolf lord Yolin of the 18th company of the space field.
But this should not be calculated, because Russ himself has not yet transcended the legends and myths that have never existed, and it cannot be concluded by common sense. Moreover, after the eighth competition, Wu Weixins himself will beat his father in the two competitions of eating meat and drinking.
A hearty laugh came from under the Radolonger.
"You can do whatever you want."
"Fuck those solid things of mine, you'll tear them to pieces sooner or later."
With the bland speech of Azkalon, the chief commander of the Holy Blood Guard.
"The Emperor is a human civilization, with a military technology level inferior to that of the Empire."
"Of course."
Yolin laughed, "Even among Wu Wei's descendants, you are the leader, and no one can match you."
"You haven't made a detailed battle plan yet." Yolin said, "Seven warships will be ambushed under the road we must take. As long as you can intercept us after we jump into the warp, you have no hope of breaking a road from these warships to the Emperor's lair."
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I learned about other Primarchs from Sanguinius, Magnus and Perturabo.
We underwent Wu Wei's new special genetic modification surgery.
We are the Blood Angels, but the shadow of the ghouls has never completely disappeared from the Fourth Legion, and it is like this now, and it will probably be like this for a long time in the future. The bloodthirsty desire is engraved in the genes of every warrior, a blood-red spiral in the white darkness.
"Those guys have been building that damn wall!" Hraphens muttered.
Wu Weixin spread his hands, too lazy to think about it.
The planet behind him is just a colony of the Emperor.
Wu Weixin shook his head and said, "You are just checking whether he is going to return to Terra to work."
We are all mediocre soldiers of the Eighth Legion, with ordinary military power, but we are also silent when facing the angry old wolf, and dare not say a word. But at that time, a hearty laugh came from nearby, breaking the dead silence under the tactical command deck.
"Yes, your purpose here is to achieve defeat and honor, and to set an example for the brother legion." Sanguinius said proudly, "Necessary conflicts can be avoided, or we should try to avoid them as much as possible. You will try to contact the Wolf King Duran later."
The real king of war.
"Hahaha!"
"Is there nothing dirty under your face?"
"And..."
I was dug out from the void and locked in a human body.
My burly body was shrouded in the red light of the ancient sun of the Yeni galaxy, and my long gray-white hair tied into a braid was casually draped under my shoulders. My face was as pale as the rocks under Fenweir before being blown by the frozen wind, with criss-crossing scars underneath, and every inch of my skin revealed a sense of vicissitudes of life, as if I had been fighting a desperate battle with the cold winter of Fenweir all my life.
"Only the King Lemant Legion has enough firepower, patience and most importantly, ineffective ideas to fight against the enemy to complete that operation." The little angel frowned and said, "Didn't the Eighth Legion respond to your message?"
Asta said:
There is no need to chat about this issue. Asta projected the information about the Emperor that he had not yet obtained onto the weak photon screen.
"You must not only show the cultural confidence, military confidence and institutional confidence of the Fourth Legion in that war, but also take this opportunity to expand the influence of the legion and enhance the legion's popularity. Do good things for the people of the empire and set an excellent moral quality model for the brother legions..."
The entire galaxy, whether human or alien, has an attitude of fear and contempt towards me. Although some people dare to speak arrogantly in front of me, people suspect that they are regarded as the leader of a group of barbarians and eccentrics. But in the eyes of these people who fight with me, this is the case.
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Duran came to Xue Howl's side.
Perturabo had just returned to the empire for a long time, and he had never had the opportunity to meet Duran. But Magnus didn't seem to have a completely wrong evaluation of Duran. The savagery and cruelty of the Wolf King was just a disguise, and it had no wisdom and humor inside it.
Asta changed the projection screen under the weak photon screen.
Before Azkelon sat back under the chair, he found Asta, the first company commander of the legion, staring at his face with a serious face. I asked curiously.
After separation.
"The Emperor's Scapine mechanized forces are equally mundane, and even more difficult to deal with."
Usually people are more disgusted with calling me "Blood Howler" in a cringe-worthy tone.
And only until the generator implanted in his back is completely destroyed can he be truly killed. Past battle data shows that the damage caused by long-range shooting to the Emperor's army is far less efficient than the use of retreating slashes with energy weapons such as swords in close combat. "
The Emperor was a technologically advanced civilization, some of whose methods even surpassed those of the Imperium.
If you want to kill an enemy, you need to attack me continuously and continuously.
The 18th Small Company is the most integrated team among the 18 companies of the Space Wolves. The young men outside that company are all the people who followed the wolf Leman Rudulan into the sky under Fenwel. Before Russ discovered his drunken and evil son, those warriors also joined the empire's army with the Wolf King.
The Blood Angels, who were slowly sleeping, finally reacted, and sparse applause immediately sounded below the tactical command deck.
"Yes, the Fourth Army has also sent us our battle plan, asking you to retreat and cooperate."
"Of course, you have always been a presence that makes people feel intimidated and fearful."
"I heard that your sister, Little Angel, is also coming." Herafens touched his chin and said confidently, "He said that when you two meet, what kind of clothes should you wear and what kind of comb should you wear? What kind of hairstyle? Your sister will look at you differently than other big brothers."
"The Emperor's warships do not have extremely weak defensive capabilities. The amount of ammunition and energy required to penetrate our shields with pure force is almost astronomical. And what is even more frightening is that our shields cannot be restored. The speed is quite slow, and these destroyed defense arrays can often resume operation within ten seconds."
As for the true core of the Emperor's civilization, the Eighth Legion has been fighting fiercely until now. It is still not understood. This is also the fundamental reason why the Ministry of Military Affairs will send fewer fleets to support later.
"You would have allowed him to do that last time."
My hair is blonde.
"These damn bastards from the Ministry of Military Affairs, we really treat you as butchers who only know how to indulge in killing and destroying good things. We basically understand everything that happens on the battlefield, and we just hope that you can solve it quickly."
Blood Howler Yolin's anger was obvious.
Herafens smiled and said, "But today is fine. He has to find a way for you. Slowly bulldoze the pile of space stations behind him, and then find the true core of the emperor."
Primarch of the Space Wolves, I walked down the muddy road.
"Yolin, hehehe!"
My hair is also hung with various totems symbolizing my lifelong battle.
I'm the king!
Bang bang bang!
Duran is small and tall, with thick and strong muscles under his body, with a savagery that is unique to Fenweir. I wore heavy rune armor in rain gray, the same color as the Legion, with the image of Fenwaith carved underneath in runes of purity and magic.
Herafens looked at the giant space station behind him and the small number of Emperor warships floating around, and scratched his head, "And the war has not really started yet. There is still a long way to go before the war begins. There is no end in sight." , you still haven’t figured out the emperor’s hometown until now.”
A soldier covered in metal with extremely low Xiao Gai and Wu Weixin appeared in the sight of the lower levels of the legion: "Those members of the mechanized troops are equipped with power armor driven by nuclear reactors, and are also equipped with individual shields.
"No, little man."
There was a crunching sound of crushing ice and snow on my feet.
certainly--
"Fourth Legion!" Yolin said angrily, "When will these ghouls be able to shit under the heads of your Eighth Legion? Why should we come to that war just when you are about to gain control?" Take a stab at it!"
But it is not as gorgeous as the little angel, but it is tied into braids and draped under the shoulders in a messy manner.
The company commanders laughed quietly.
Asta paused briefly, then continued: "If you want to cause ineffective damage to the emperor's warship, you must retreat and join forces to fight against it while ensuring fire suppression, and fight from within. The Emperor's command structure is degraded and disintegrated, so that bad operational goals can be accomplished inefficiently."
On the right is my wolf guard Gruny Whiteblood, and on the left is Helm Shrow.
It’s true that I have never had to say anything at all.
I stared at the giant space station built by the Emperor, "Those guys are quite bad, but you have to give us some color to see."
"have what."
Yolin's chest trembled, and he paced back and forth in the small hall because of the humiliation of the Ministry of Military Affairs.
Our armor is full of traces of flames and blood.
There is a warm and cold sheen under my rough face, as if the energy that has never been dried up is pouring out of my body, providing me with endless energy for every move I make. Like all my brothers, Harafonth is a heavy engine built for war, an unstoppable war god who conquers the galaxy.
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"But you are a disciplined army."
Before meeting his wolf master, Herafens spread his hands and raised them downwards. This action under Fenweir symbolized that I came for dialogue, quarrels and fights. A humorous and powerful smile appeared on the lips of Herafens, and I said cheerfully: "He should say that about your brothers. We used to be ghouls, but now we are Blood Angels. No matter how you say it, we I’m here to help you.”
This person is none other than Herafens.
Beside Yolin were seven Space Wolves warriors wearing dark gray Mark VII power armor.
The little angel smiled and said, "Of course, if they are definitely being bullied, Xiaoke will definitely hold back. It is true that you have strict discipline, but you have always been cowards who only dare to swallow your anger."
Because they are too young, a small number of them can make it out of the operating table alive. And the remaining group of people have also grown in number during the brutal wars of the past few decades. Of course, for the wolf Leman Rudulan, those soldiers had a unique status.
Asta's brows furrowed deeply, and the expression on his face was more serious than usual, "That is exactly what you are worried about. The Space Wolves are filled with violence and barbarism from barbaric tribes. You must have rashly intervened in that war If so, there will be no necessary conflicts.”
"You have encountered a wall that you hit or fall down." Yolin sighed respectfully, "It's time for these fat-headed bureaucrats to come over there and see how you killed those bastards. When the time comes, We will know that you are not too slow to catch our eyeballs!"
At any time, they have been with us personally on the battlefield and behind the lines, fearing hardships and hardships, and have endured many battles without ever being defeated.