Chapter 134 Duran's Tyrant

Chapter 133 Duran's Tyrant

"What should we do now? We can't hold on here forever!"

In the grave deep in the Scarlet Fortress, Bravier roared.

The warriors of the Wolf Group pulled the trigger frantically, firing at the darkness in all directions, dragging the hot and glittering metal frenzy to turn the entire battlefield into a scarlet hell.

But those Duran soldiers were not afraid.

There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart.

Knowing that they would lose, they have forgotten the fear of death.

The most elite Scapin mechanical troops entered this purgatory full of killing one after another, and while being dismembered and torn apart by wolf teeth and claws, they also tried their best to leave a wound on the wild wolf.

For a while.

The wild wolves were suppressed by mortals.

There were too few of them, and there were high platforms occupied by the enemy everywhere around them.

Just a moment.

The rolling cold penetrated from the ground, and walking in it was enough to make people feel uncomfortable.

Although he lost his mind.

He howled and rushed into the battlefield impatiently.

But it was the iron cage hanging under the ceiling.

No matter how carefully we observed, there were no fully armed soldiers around.

He came to the warrior who used to be his own Duran but turned into a wild wolf.

The wolf king came to Yolin.

When this face with ravines appeared in front of Leon.

"But in the end, he made things a mess."

And Leon led his guards to go back.

But the target was not the heirs around.

The clear light sprinkled from the mosaic glass above the head, and the candle burned quietly in the candlestick. The light was dim and dim, like the lazy and sleepy time before noon. And Leon, wearing dark green armor and standing in the orange light, was the softest and safest thing outside the room, like a bloodthirsty sword that could be blocked.

"I'm sorry." The arrogance on Yolin's face disappeared. I raised my head and said in a hoarse voice, "You thought you could handle that thing badly."

The warship opened fire...

Now everything is as follows.

And now, the devil was released by Yolin himself.

The wolf king stretched out his hand and took off my helmet. His face, which should have been weak like steel, was distorted by extreme joy at this moment.

The battle situation fell into a stalemate again.

The wild wolf grinned with a bloody mouth and looked at his father with empty eyes.

The voice of the wolf guard Baixue came from the communication channel, "Villain, you detected that Ryan's signal disappeared. We were teleported to the top of the fortress. The white and dark angels launched an attack!"

The body that was supposed to be protected by the power armor is now exposed.

"That Wang Sigaozi is really better than the ancients in making you angry. Do I really think you are a pug!" The wolf king grabbed the helmet and threw it heavily to the ground. My chest was shaking, and my heavy breathing was enough to blow up the thick dust underground.

I was unusually quiet, and only said a word.

Inside.

A red jammer exploded next to the Wolf Lord.

That was the failure that every Asaheim warrior had dreamed of.

The decoration outside was gorgeous, and the corridor behind was covered with a thick carpet, leading to various secret rooms. An ancient and decayed smell filled the nostrils of the Astartes. There was dark yellow glass nearby, and surprisingly, the glass was still well preserved. You can see the sky inside that was burned into a red sky by orbital bombing.

The small door of the church was blown open directly, and half of the wall collapsed in the thick smoke.

The icy cold current rushed in from all directions, and fell into the bright deep sea, making people gasp.

Only a few pieces of metal armor were left to cover the muscles with holes and messy hair.

He looked at his son's current appearance.

The old man behind him was no longer old, but rotten, like a piece of wood buried in moist soil, with rotten white holes all over his body. My hair fell out, my eyes were clear, and there were only a few dark yellow teeth left in my mouth.

In front of him were the warriors of the Wolf Group, a few well-equipped wild wolves, surrounding them from both sides in a crescent shape.

Like Halaf under the hunter warship later, the wild wolf died before it suffered countless attacks.

Yolin followed his brothers and followed the wild wolf to charge.

Yolin thought for a while and said, "Not yet what you will become."

Just as the wolf king turned around and prepared to leave the battlefield.

The battlefield fell into a stalemate, fewer and fewer reinforcements came from all directions, and the howling of the wild wolves was gradually drowned out by the angry war roars.

"You wish you knew everything about it." Yolin said, "You have visited the workshop where the Caenis potion is made, and you know what these warriors who are lost in the ice will experience. To be honest, you have wanted to help us solve these problems more than once, and you once naively thought that the trial would begin when we returned to the Wolf Fang Castle. But you were wrong. When you saw your companions beside you turned into wild wolves again, you couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

But the feeling of disgust came slowly and went slowly.

Bang!

The strong smell of blood that enveloped the small hall was attracting this real wild wolf. The cruelty in its genes made the wild wolf so hungry and thirsty that it howled incessantly.

He spat out a broken tooth on the ground and stood up with a ferocious expression, "Now you idiots have pissed me off."

In an instant, it had not entered the camp of the heirs. Its fangs tore out the throat, its claws tore off the cables, and screams filled with fear echoed in the small hall.

The color of the blood scab before it dissolves is like pitch-white mead, with hair, flesh and even bone fragments inside, twisted and sticky.

Leon then realized.

The Wolf King stepped heavily on the church floor, and with every step he took back, the aura beneath him became more terrifying.

"What should you do?"

But compared to the damage I caused to the dead around me, they are simply worth mentioning.

Perhaps Major Macca's advice to you is correct, but among your legions, no one can really ignore the regent's advice. "

"There is something out there that can threaten him, at least right now." The old man seemed to see through Leon's concerns and said quickly or quickly.

Nothing can stop the Wolf King from killing, no matter how low the warrior is, he will look great behind the original one.

There are all kinds of wounds spreading under my body——

After what seemed like a long time like a century, the Wolf King finally spoke.

The old man with a hunched face was only less than 1.7 meters tall. The skin all over his body was loose and drooped under his bones. He could only rely on the tubes under his body to transport nutrients to maintain his life. The bodies of the two were completely proportional, but even behind a Primarch, the old man was smiling, with no trace of fear or even a trace of condescending pity on his face.

A huge explosion attracted everyone's attention.

Yolin raised his bolter and fired again.

The head of the first mechanical warrior was pulled out from under the spine by the Wolf King.

"Maybe you can find the antidote." Yolin's cheeks were flushed and hot by the firelight.

When the Wolf Lord raised his head, I could even see my own reflection in these ice blue pupils.

It was empty for seven weeks, and the candles burned noisily under the pillars, and the fire stopped jumping for joy.

The Wolf King shook his head, "That is the price you have to pay. Among all the Durans you have, Jolin is the only one to you. When you have not yet ruled the entire Fenvel At that time, he was your shield-wielding guardian. You fought through life and death together to fight against powerful enemies, and established an unprecedented kingdom. You have nothing to hide."

"You see what you used to be."

"Things are not exciting anymore, but at least you don't have anything important to do now." The Wolf King said, "That farce hasn't lasted too long. You go find the tyrant and take my head. Then use a small fire to completely end everything outside."

The Wolf King said, "Now only the enemy knows your strengths, not your brothers, everyone knows."

"My lord, you are so sorry-"

"So, why tell you those things."

The expected surprise attack did not happen.

The world condensed on the power of the ether.

"What did he see?" The Wolf King gently placed Duran on top of him and gave the order to cremate him.

"Pooh!"

Ruth came to Mo Jun's side and remained silent.

——

Yolin could hear the sound of his two hearts beating. My mouth was dry. When I tried to say something, a huge amount of strength and shame hung out of my throat, like a mouthful. The cold and thick phlegm blocked these words alive.

It used its sharp claws and fangs to forcefully pull up the enemy's head, cut open the belly, and dragged the internal organs onto the ground. It killed far more warriors than any other Space Wolf. The corpses surrounding me Mountains and seas of blood can be counted.

And once the heirs complete the encirclement of the battlefield, the wild wolves may be trapped alive in the trap.

The emperor's angel of death has arrived, but a relieved smile appeared on the old man's face. I nodded heavily and said hello to Leon, "So he was the first one to arrive there, Leon."

"I need to apologize to you." A small fire was lit behind the Wolf King's face, and the twisted corpse of the wild wolf was gradually swallowed up by the flames. "You have become more mean and cunning because of the wild wolf, and it is natural that you have to bear the responsibility of being abused." The counterattack is as follows. Each legion has its own talent and a bottle of poisonous wine, and you can only swallow it when you get it."

Bravier and Yolin stayed outside the small hall with corpses on the floor, looking at each other.

"So you are all like this?"

Lasers, guns, swords, etc., there is no intact or damaged place under the body.

I looked at the grief on the Wolf King's face like an icy hot quagmire, pulling at my sight. There was no way to escape, and any words were pale and powerful at that moment.

The body of the original body was so small that it was nearly seven meters tall, twice as tall as an adult.

"Is there any antidote?"

The extraordinary reaction speed and progress ability of the Astartes could not exert much effect under the suppression of heavy firepower. Continuous violent explosions bombarded Yolin's eardrums, and the situation suddenly became precarious.

But his body was weakened to an incredible level.

The chain that hung the iron cage was broken by Yolin, and the metal collided with the ground with a loud sound.

The old man under the throne seemed to hear the footsteps coming from inside. I raised my head. Just such a complex action seemed to consume all my strength, so that I had to pause several times to complete it.

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The Storm Bird landed in a hurry with the rumbling sound of the engine.

Did Leon answer.

The temperature of the entire battlefield dropped by dozens of degrees, and the bones creaked.

Boom!

Accompanied by a howl that was enough to make people's heart and gallbladder break, the demon broke free from the cage and chains and charged towards these Mojun people.

Just look at the results of the battle.

Did we come to the wrong place.

I walked sideways past Yolin.

There is nothing bad to say yet.

The war was not an equal state since the end.

That was a real demon.

Bang!

If it goes against expectations, the wolves will be in the upper hand again.

Yolin raised his head, with hesitation and confusion on his face.

"Fuck you!!!!"

It was as if the snow and ice in winter were howling.

The seven-week Templars dispersed silently, and the light metal and wooden floor collided, and the crisp sound echoed in the small hall.

What followed was no longer a war, but a one-sided massacre.

"Tyrant"

The wolves galloped on the battlefield, and the crazy bullet chain could only explode into pieces of rubble in front of its butt.

We came to the end of the corridor.

The Templars gathered and searched the rooms along the corridor, and were on guard.

But at that time.

A burly figure appeared in the beam projected by the warship, and the shadow enveloped the entire battlefield. The Wolf King of Finves came in person.

The two fully armed Scapin mechanical warriors had no time to react, and they were blown away by the air wave out of thin air.

The melancholy on the wolf king's face was swept away in an instant, turning into red anger.

He casually fell into the muddy pool of blood.

Leon put his eyes on the old man.

It's ridiculous that Russ called me by that name.

He just stepped down from the low platform and looked at the surrounding buildings.

The camp of the descendants was in a little chaos.

In a huge arched room without a mosaic glass dome, at the end of the room was the white and red dragon-style throne of the painter's descendants, and under the throne was a decayed and pale old man sitting safely.

Yolin was also thrown to the ground and spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

The two giant wolves, Kuwaichi and Kili, appeared on the right and left sides of the wolf king respectively.

The Templars of the First Legion drew out the long swords hanging on their waists, and as soon as they landed, they carefully looked at the surrounding environment.

The temperature in the room was very low.

Finally,

Russ knelt up.

Judging from the surrounding scenery, that was indeed the tyrant's throne room.

Two Wolf Group warriors who were unable to dodge were directly torn into pieces by the burning flames.