Chapter 390: Make Dan an Enemy

After getting confirmation from the mortal lord, Gunnar Red Moon showed an unusual pessimism, but that feeling was fleeting, because such things were repeated every moment in this cruel universe, making people uneasy and constantly repeating those cruel fates.

He called a unique lone wolf, a lone man in the Space Wolves without the concept of supplementary or merged organization. His former team was completely lost in the battle, and he was left alone in the end.

Although the experience of each lone wolf is very different, each of them is experienced, unique, and has an extraordinary destiny. The old wolf named Barnard Saint Bit who came now is the best among them.

He has no eyes, to be precise, they are two empty and terrible holes. He is holding several savage beasts in his hands. Those monsters are giant wolves, which are specialties on Fenririon. They have long and beautiful manes and silver luster, hungry mouths, and look like creatures called wolves on Terra.

The sound of the special chains pulled by the wolves and clattering was a unique sound wave compounded with ultrasound, which returned in the room, allowing him to feel the specific pictures around him like a bat.

Nothing in the strong sound wave could hinder his perception, and at the same time, losing his eyes made him no longer be tempted by many witchcrafts. The psychic resistance of Astartes still helped him gain a considerable degree of mental psychic resistance.

In other words, he was a natural killer, but such an ability was not a good memory. Before he got these two empty holes, his eyes were the best.

He used to be a scout, in a team of rookies, responsible for protecting a vibrant garden world from being invaded by disgusting alien bugs. At that time, the tentacles of Tyranids touched the edge of the empire, and the Space Wolves were responsible for helping the Blood Angels defend.

But in this battle, his comrades were torn to pieces by countless warrior bugs, and his eyes were completely destroyed by the corrosiveness of the body fluids of those disgusting bugs. That time, his body was pressed under the warrior, but he still used a tactical knife to tear open the chitinous exoskeleton of the monster, letting the blood slide down his cheeks.

The artificial skin made him look the same as before, but his eyes were completely rotten and turned into thick juice and flowed out completely. Even the best gene sages in the empire were powerless to save him, but he still couldn't retire, and didn't want to retire. In his youngest and most powerful days, he lost his greatest strength. He became no longer powerful, his swordsmanship was no longer sharp, and his observation was no longer sensitive. The most powerful space warrior in the world suddenly became nothing.

This is a desperate situation, because he has not yet joined the Great Company, and is only active as a scout. Although he has made great contributions to delaying the Zerg advance team, what Great Company would want a blind man?

Afterwards, some people even suggested that he should be allowed to withdraw from the Space Wolves early, but at this moment, the former generation Gunnar. Red Moon came. He gave this young man some time, a crucial time, to let him get used to his ears and nose, making him the most sensitive lone wolf in the entire Space Wolves.

So far, he doesn't like to team up with others. The strong body odor and irritability of the Fenrir people will hinder his senses. At the same time, he also has friends who replace his comrades, several tall Fenrir beasts, and his guide dogs.

Now his eyes are still stinging. Only the death of the enemy of the Empire can make him feel the phantom pain dissipate. Only when he hears the sound of the shotgun shells tearing the enemy's body can he feel comfortable and stable. He is not used to teamwork, but he is also the most dangerous warrior and the most dangerous lone wolf in the entire Scarlet Moon Great Company.

He was surrounded by a dangerous aura, like a hungry beast. The only reason he was still in Dalian was to repay his gratitude. He was different from his brothers. Brotherhood and Russ's great honor had nothing to do with him. The responsibility and continuation of Dalian were worthless to him. He only needed to slaughter the enemies of the Empire and help Gunnar Red Moon, no matter who was carrying this name at the moment.

He knelt on one knee. "Why did Gunnar Red Moon call me here, great wolf lord?"

Gunnar Red Moon spoke. "As a senior veteran, you should know many secrets. I communicated with the local Imperial Guard and got a message that Dan was resurrected."

The old lone wolf nodded. He had seen countless terrible scenes, and Barnard would naturally not be afraid. His ears could find those things and his nose could taste their smell. "So, what do you need me to do, Gunnar Red Moon?"

Gunnar Red Moon replied. "Barnard, go help the Imperial Guard, those mortals, to resist those brutal aliens. Only you have such talent and ability, my brother."

Barnard nodded without hesitation. It was enough for him to know the mission and the process. Even if he knew how terrible Randan was, he didn't care. He had already been a dying man, but the Emperor spared his life. Now he was going to the underworld, just like usual, to meet his brother who had been hundreds of years ago and whose appearance he could no longer remember.

He boarded the Thunderhawk, the howling of the engine and the sonic boom when they slowed down from the secondary orbit to the surface. He could feel the bright burning flames passing through some unclear film. If the information he received was correct, he had already reached the interior of Engili.

The Thunderhawk fighter rushed in, and the smoke bombs broke off from its wings and exploded in mid-air, turning into smoke and floating fragments that interfered with the enemy's missiles. At the same time, other Thunder gunships that descended with him were bombing the heretic buildings underground.

Now he checked his weapons with the precision of a century of experience, took a deep breath, uttered a silent prayer to the Emperor, and waited.

A moment later, something exploded. He could feel that the fighter plane on his right was hit by an enemy missile, and then the fragments passed through the cabin and just scratched his cheek. However, compared to the pain he had experienced, such a wound was not Worth mentioning.

That's it, he knew everything clearly, including that his native heart was beating steadily, his body had begun to heal the small wounds opened by the fragments, and the explosion made his partners, the Fenrir wolves, even more excited, and he Feel their urges.

At the same time, he could feel a wound on his face healing. His senses, which were far sharper than those of a human, allowed information from the surrounding battlefield to flow steadily into his body.

He could smell the sickening odor of his battle-brothers nearby, a mixture of hard crockery, grease, Fenrisian body odor, and an unmistakable hint that they weren't quite human... …

Not only that, he could also smell the faint hormonal smell of anger, pain, and precisely controlled fear. His ears also felt the sound of fighter planes flying away from the battle line. He picked up his bolt shotgun and looked forward to it. , to hunt the ancient haze.

At the same time, several gunboats belonging to the Destruction Eagle landed on the Imperial Guard's front line. After cleaning up the remaining Red Pirates, they chose to return to their guard area. At this moment, the Master Chief was connected to the mechanical arm by the priest. After taking a few stimulants, the war begins again.

He jumped off his fighter plane, and the heavy ceramite armor and his weight set off a hurricane on the artificial gravity. In front of the battle line, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard saluted in unison.

Lieutenant Skadi and the brigadier general who previously commanded here came to greet the triumphant hero. At the same time, the officers who had just recovered from a serious illness were commanding the Imperial Guard to prepare for a counterattack. At this moment, the Thunderhawk's plasma engine provided downward propulsion to land safely. The Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle asked.

"How are the fighting conditions of those red pirates? Why was the gate broken through so quickly?" The stones behind him shook, and the fine stones fell on his armor with a rattling sound. He understood who was using what kind of heavy weapon. The thing hit the Imperial Guard bunker behind him.

Maybe it was a rocket, or a very heavy bomb, but that didn't matter. His long experience told him that reinforced concrete could hold up, and he asked more urgently. "In the end what happened?"

Next, the second lieutenant took out a report about Jean Dan and began to dictate the contents himself. "We have been invaded by an alien species. At present, they are preparing to completely control this area and compete with us and the Red Pirates for the front line."

The Master Chief sorted out the information at a glance and realized the seriousness of the situation. He had seen from the gunship that the Imperial Guard's defense line was shrinking. Those monsters possessed the traitor Astartes and made up for their weak teamwork ability. , and at the same time absorbed the combat experience of those warriors, becoming a perfect warrior in every aspect.

"Damn, those aliens." He looked at the battlefield, and the complicated situation above made him feel trouble, trouble that he had not seen for a long time.

Those that let Dan will not die because the host dies. On the contrary, their extremely small size allows them to successfully lurk, crawl into the fresh bodies of other dead creatures on the battlefield to control them, and let Dan deliberately let the soldiers change to small-caliber weapons. To ensure that the body of the killed prey is as complete as possible without affecting the body performance.

At this moment, like a biological crisis, a terrifying legion composed of Imperial Guard soldiers, red pirates, pdf, with gloomy faces, silent words, and uniform tactics and plans is advancing. If it weren't for the relay Nordliu in charge of command, Most of the human brains have been destroyed, otherwise the most terrifying legion would be born at this moment.

"All brothers, listen to the order. We are responsible for the frontal defense. If you see your brother suddenly die and then get up and attack you, fire immediately. He is controlled by the alien!" the Master Chief shouted, and the Space Marines also joined the front line.

It had been about one minute of standard Terran time since he issued the order to the other brothers. A large number of Space Marines had already stepped into the battle line, and then there was about ten seconds of aiming time. This time was completely enough for all his troops to get into position.

At this time, it is completely impossible for the heretics to destroy his bunker unless they bring in much more firepower than they currently have.

Obviously, the enemy commander also had the same idea. The Master Chief could now hear the huge sound of tracks approaching, and he knew it must come from the enemy's vehicle.

Those things were crushing the battle line. The sergeant took out a melta bomb from his belt. He followed several brothers forward and asked them on the communicator to prepare anti-vehicle projectiles.

They hid behind a complex bunker, and the long barrel appeared. After a while, the entire tank appeared in view. It was an Imperial standard tank, but the original neat Imperial pdf and the Planetary Guard's paint were roughly spray-painted. Blood red, a simple octagonal chaos symbol painted in yellow on the side.

This was something belonging to the Red Pirates Mortal Auxiliary Legion. He was mostly relieved. He activated the melta bomb at the same time and threw it out. The other brothers also started to do it at the same time. After a moment, flames appeared in the sky, and a war engine was completely destroyed.

But this was still not enough for them to completely reverse the situation. Instead, such actions attracted the attention of several Astartes controlled by Randan. At the moment when the noise of the flying backpack appeared, the sergeant immediately raised his weapon.

After a burst of shooting, one or two red pirates staggered and fell from the air, but more landed. They were all without helmets, with firm faces, and even except for the slightly pale skin like corpses, they could be said to be very healthy.

And there were 20 enemies who fell beside their team one after another. The sergeant was not worried about whether he could break through the siege, but his comrades might not be able to get out.

However, he still raised the Falcon Sword. This killing power sword poured out a terrible cold light. They successfully protected the front line from being broken. Now they only need to protect themselves.

Soon those enemies rushed over. Perhaps in order to get their bodies, the enemies chose hand-to-hand combat. The sergeant immediately drew his sword and chopped it off. The blade with flames instantly cut off the head of a warrior, but that person did not fall down, but continued to fight with him.

The situation of the others was similar. At the beginning, the worms were not very interested in the dead they possessed, because many of them died from being hit in the core area, the heart, the brain, or large-scale shattering. It was the worms that replaced the organs to make them move. So in comparison, the sergeants who were healthier and more capable of exerting the terrible ability of the Space Marines were simply the difference between sweet fruit and rotten things.

The sergeant realized at this moment that he might not be able to take all the brothers away, and they would even turn their swords against each other later. He was prepared to at least let those brothers be controlled in a bad combat state. He took out the grenade launcher and pointed it at his comrade's heart...

But the next moment, the buzzing sound of the plasma engine broke through the sky. It was a thunder eagle he didn't recognize, decorated with two long fangs. He subconsciously thought of the name of the founding regiment, and the next moment, a warrior fell from the sky with several giant wolves.

He had no pupils, or to be more precise, no eyeballs. The dark void seemed to be able to take away people's blushes, and looked extremely scary.

But he picked up a special shotgun shell, easily dodged the enemy's attack, and fired the pellets. The next moment, a huge pressure was attached to the body that was hit. With a puff, the sergeant was sure that the worms and the body were "dead" again.