Chapter 389 Space Wolves
The galaxy is burning, and every Imperial force is of extraordinary value at this moment. In the countless thousands of years of the last hundred years of the gray fortieth millennium, if one really wants to distinguish the important and the secondary among those who sacrificed and fought, then the silver giant barge and its owner flashing in the void at this moment must be of extraordinary importance.
The lifelike behemoth stands on its bow, that is the wolf's fangs, and the honor of the Red Moon Grand Company is on it. This ancient warship that served the Space Wolves in ancient times has experienced the Beast War and the revenge of its fallen brother Magnus and is still strong.
As one of the 12 Grand Companies of the Space Wolves, he has considerable honor. This number used to be 13 until the Wolf Grand Company chased the Thousand Words into the Warp during the Great Heresy, and its existence and runes were erased, leaving only a piece and a gray vacancy on the Great Ring.
And this ancient warship is moving forward, they are sinking into the deepest part of the void, the cold breath is surrounding it, making the ship made of adamantium and ceramic steel even darker, inside this ancient lady, in the hall, the fangs are making another declaration, hunting advice, and words.
The culture on Fenririon has made this place a place composed of a large number of sculptures, runes, warriors, blades and fangs, completing the cruel spiral of the wolf, the strong men of the Kemo Trial, the blood claws, and the warriors they admire, carrying jump packs, the sky claws, to the oldest veterans who can chase thousands of years ago, the fangs.
And the poor lone wolf, the last survivor of his team, in the Space Wolves without the concept of supplementing the organization, such a lonely person led several Fenririon wolves, the ferocious beasts with fierce fur, the thick dark iron chains kept shaking in their hungry appearance of drooling, leaving a restless music in this wolf hall.
In this quaint, long, and terrifying hall, the rune priests sang the battle song. Gunnar Red Moon, the warrior who inherited the name of the behemoth, walked into the upper level of the hall among the brothers. His body was taller and bigger than other brothers. He had long and beautiful blond hair. If you only look at his appearance, he is more like a handsome model or a noble's favorite than a space wolf.
But there is no doubt that no one in this galaxy dares to order the wolf lord as his own private food, not to mention that Gunnar Red Moon is a veritable behemoth. He is the most ferocious hunter and the alpha wolf who loves strong firepower the most.
His weapon is a long and terrible heavy storm bolter, with a silver-white color and the appearance of the behemoth above, a giant bear howling angrily under the red moon.
It is one of the oldest beasts in Fenrir, the embodiment of many fears of people, and its incarnation is Gunnar Red Moon, the alpha wolf of the space wolf, the wolf lord, the bloody fire pourer, and his hungry long-fanged veterans.
The Space Wolves do not respect the Astartes Codex, nor do they have the concept of a so-called Chapter. Each of their Grand Companies has no upper limit, but the number of people has always been insufficient due to years of war. The selection of the Great Ring to take turns to take charge of the alpha wolf duties also makes the 12 Grand Companies equal.
In other words, he is one of the most powerful people in the entire galaxy, comparable to the existence of the High Lord of Terra, the founding Astartes Chapter Master during the Great Crusade.
The noble Grand Captain spoke. "We are approaching our target, those ugly traitors are about to be judged, the great Primarch is guiding us, and is about to show his fangs. The wolves are going to hunt. Our target is the traitorous Red Corsairs, but we must also pay attention that our Grand Company once served an ancient mission." He changed the subject.
"That was a fateful relationship during the Great Crusade. According to our oldest documents, there was once a monster called Randan that was sealed in this area by us. We relied on the psychic chaos brought by the terrible warp magic near the Great Whirlpool and the ancient runes of Fenririon to suppress that existence."
"Some time ago, our rune priests felt that the seal was broken, and that monster was a mimic worm alien with good intelligence and could hide itself. Therefore, every warrior needs to wear a helmet and use the infrared in the eye indicator to find those existences."
This sentence made the momentum of this group of savages drop a lot. They believed that not wearing a helmet could better feel the blood and slaughter on the battlefield, and help them adapt to the battlefield faster. Unless the battle situation requires it, they prefer to taste the touch of the enemy's blood wetting their cheeks.
The flesh of the Space Marines is their greatest defense. The Emperor gave them the ability to defend against many terrible pollutions and temptations, so that the attitude of the Space Wolves towards fighting can remain as savage as on Fenririon in this crazy galaxy. At this point, several stubborn old soldiers with long teeth raised their plasma guns covered with runes and fangs, with beast hair on the muzzles, and spoke.
"Gunnar, stop talking nonsense. Whether it is human or alien, it can't escape my nose, you know!" He wanted to get privileges, which was usually effective. The captain was very tolerant of old warriors, but this time he shook his head.
"You must make sure that those things do not exist before you can take off your helmet. I have seen those ancient records. The tenacity and terror of Randan are not enemies we can relax. We have dealt with traitor space marines, greenskins, Eldar, and various enemies, but Randan is different. They are not individuals, but groups. They are more like beasts than intelligent creatures. They are also beasts and wolves."
He thought for a moment. "No, they are worker bees and ants, but their numbers are terrifying. When enough dan are gathered, the power they produce will not be any weaker than an alien that the empire fears!"
"Secondly, we must protect the Skadi people, not only because they have the most powerful fighting power among mortals, but also because..." His face was solidified and he spoke earnestly.
"They have a pretty good army chef. I've asked the fortress lords we passed by about the evaluation of his food. Although those mortals are stupid, they have picky tongues and their taste is not bad! And from what they said, that person's food is enough for us. Howl and drink!”
When the company commander's words ended, those soldiers swallowed subconsciously. Yes, the Red Moon, the great beast always only likes two things. One is to completely crush and kill the enemy with firepower, and the other is delicious food. Accurate It's a banquet, a delicious banquet.
Gunnar Red Moon is one of the best. He is a famous gourmet among the Space Marines, and he is also a quite interesting bard. While he inherited the madness and power of the giant beast, he also inherited The other side of the bear, loves play and food.
This may be a bit counter-intuitive, but in addition to being great warriors, Space Marines are also geniuses beyond the capabilities of mortals. They are not only powerful, but also smart. Their willpower beyond mortals and their modified brains make them full of wisdom.
When the Grand Company Commander told them the details of the banquet and food, those Space Marines decided to enjoy life with their comrades over ale and barbecue after dealing with the heretics and aliens.
At the same time, they also approached the outside of Engili Port. When they saw the giant ship in the distance for the first time, the Ark of Omen was floating in the void like a terrifying hell flying disk, they realized that the war here was far beyond their imagination. .
Gunnar Red Moon felt an abnormal aura. He used the ship's external sensor to zoom in several times on distant images that even Superman's Space Marines could not see clearly with their naked eyes. Then, the giant ark that was completely penetrated looked like the equator of a planet. A huge tear appeared.
Gunnar Hongyue subconsciously said to the oldest and wisest rune priest here. "Teacher, look, is this? The trace of the Nova Cannon?" He subconsciously thought of the most powerful space-based weapon in the history of the empire. Its power is comparable to the direct hit of dozens of plasma torpedoes, with a huge caliber over tens of meters. , a mere hit can turn cities on the ground into ashes.
But the old space warrior didn't speak. He just looked carefully at the traces in the blurry green holographic screen, and then wriggled his dry mouth. His eyes suddenly turned light blue, and a storm surrounded him. This was similar to Astropath's sentience, but his is clearly more powerful.
He hesitated for a moment, then answered. "Volcano Cannon."
Gunnar Hongyue showed an expression of disbelief, and then quickly felt relieved. If it were a volcano cannon, it would definitely be able to cause such a wound, but to reach the level of a space-based weapon, that kind of thing would definitely require an extremely rare large piece of rare crystal. The value is not only measurable by money, in other words, the mortals here have a defense that is no worse than any fortress sector built by the empire.
And he also realized that this time he would get the war of his imagination, a legend of his own that could fill his poems, and reward him with a delicious banquet. As long as the Primarch bless him, everything will go well.
He squinted at the sparkling Engili Port in the distance. At this moment, he saw that this huge artificial void platform was no longer a cold and pitiful human creation, but a real place full of fun.
"Let Dan, the Red Corsairs, the Eagles of Destruction and the Mortal Legion, there are so many surprises here. I don't want my warriors to leave, but I can't help but palpitate in my heart, asking how many Astartes there are in this world. Don’t you want to fight to the death and then boast proudly to the Emperor about how many aliens and traitors you have killed?”
But the old rune priest spoke. "Everything here is in an extreme and weak twisted balance. The Empire, the Red Pirates, and Jean Dan have completed a small and extremely interesting balance. If we land, it may cause the balance to be destroyed, and then everything will be chaotic and The chaos composed of gravity was completely destroyed, leaving only a void of nothingness.”
Gunnar Hongyue replied. "But what's the difference between the three parties meaninglessly fighting each other and the nothingness of death, teacher?"
The old rune priest looked at the determined warrior, licked his dry mouth and said. "You are very similar to the former alpha wolf. Wildness, reason, desire and restraint all appear in one person. But you are different from him in that you like so-called poetry and romance, chasing those illusory dreams in this cruel dark universe. "
"But I have to admit that your pursuit is not worthless. On the contrary, those things can allow you to maintain enough human heart without falling. So I believe that your humanity can once again guide you to break this dark and desperate universe."
Gunnar Red Moon bowed gently. This was not the etiquette of Space Marines or Fenrir, but his favorite ancient ceremony. Compared with the warriors and alpha wolves of the Space Wolves, he was more like a person with a unique personality. A dancing playboy, but this does not mean that he is frivolous, fragile, nor does it mean that he is not wild and crazy.
He is Gunnar Red Moon, the most terrifying beast in the universe. It is not only a gluttonous giant that swallows the souls fallen from countless hells, but also a handsome nobleman who represents the scarlet moon. At this moment, in his pale golden eyes The complicated emotions flashed through, and when the captain at the control point spoke.
"Gunnar Red Moon, Alpha Wolf, I found a traitor battleship. According to the information in the database, it should be an ancient Blood Angel battleship, but it was destroyed by the traitor Blood Angel Vengar 300 Terra years ago. Stolen, now affiliated with the Red Pirates, traitors.”
asked the powerful space marine. "A fallen battleship? What's its condition and where is it?"
The captain called up the data and answered. "It has been severely damaged by the Empire, and its gaps are constantly flying out of dead mortal bodies. I think the enemy has abandoned this battleship, and we have detected a strange purple substance, like a plastic gel." The armor gaps on the outside of Engili Port in front of the battleship are filled, do you want to send out detectors?"
Gunnar Hongyue said. "They enter Engili, damn the traitor, let the detectors get close to those substances and have a look at them, and let the mortal auxiliary army start to clean up the enemy's warships, repair them, try to get this ancient barge back into the arms of the empire, remember to clean up the severely corrupted ones. If conditions permit, the machine soul will be completely replaced by its core and meditator array by the technical sages.”
The captain began to take action. He performed the Sky Eagle Salute to affirm the command of the Grand Company Commander. At the same time, the mission of recovering the ship and detecting strange gaps began. Gunnar Hongyue just looked at the ancient battleship and activated the Imperial Guard Communications.
After a short wait, he saw the man in the holographic image, a young, energetic war lord with black hair and pupils, wearing the uniform of an Imperial Guard general.
"Your Excellency Alan Bayer, I have heard that the Sky Eagle Ceremony is not necessary. Compared with those complicated etiquette, I found the gap where the red pirates invaded. If nothing happens, we can help you clean up the bad wound. "
"If nothing happens, those traitors will collapse soon, and at the same time..." His expression solidified and he asked seriously.
"Did Jean Dan recover?"
Alan Bayer sighed at this moment. He had obtained the captain's information and nodded affirmatively. "I think they have been resurrected..."