Chapter 391 The Fangs that Tear Apart the Sky

The fang necklace on Barnard's neck kept hitting each other during the battle. His chained dog tore open the ceramic steel that was invincible to mortals, and enjoyed the rotten meat on the bodies of the traitor Astartes. His battle was very noisy, like a wild war cry and war song.

This made the Destruction Eagles from the same wild world feel that they had seen the boundless wilderness plateau of their hometown, the roar of eagles, the howling of beasts, the smell of hormones and the blood of hunting.

They seemed to have returned to their tribe, raised their spears again, skinned the prey, roasted the meat, made the liver into sauce, and fought against the cruel nature again.

At the same time, Barnard also relied on such a symphony to ensure that he could get the information he wanted through his nose, ears, and touch at all times. Those beasts that made biting sounds and the crackling of chains were like his derived eyes, providing him with an accurate target one by one, which was more reliable and more accurate than the so-called eyes.

The thick fur of the Fenrion wolf is comparable to the armor of the Space Marines. Those worms are difficult to break through. Their sensitive sense of smell allows them to subjectively avoid worms entering their eyes and mouths. Their agile speed and strength are enough to tear apart enemies like Astartes, but in Fenrion, they are not the best in the food chain...

People living in a warm and gentle world may find it difficult to imagine what the Fenrion people need to face in order to survive. When Barnard walked to the dying enemy's body, picked up the shotgun, fired, and turned the host full of worms into a pile of mud, he opened the magazine of the shotgun and put in a few polished dagger-thick fangs.

These are the teeth of the top predators in the Fenrion Dragon Sea. The body size of that sea dragon is enough to rival the legendary monster. The teeth alone are as thick as a mortal's forearm. It is as huge as a ship. Its existence will set off huge waves on the endless sea, and then engulf the souls of mortals and turn them into its own energy.

Its fangs also have special effects. After being fired by a special shotgun pellet, this special pellet will turn into countless tiny fragments, which will scatter after hitting the enemy and turn into fragments that are so small that even the Space Marines cannot see clearly. It covers the target like a net, and then turns the opponent into a ball of meat paste with its sharpness and impact.

And every time Barnard has the opportunity to return to Fenrir, he will challenge to cross the Dragon Sea, and get the opportunity to go to Valhalla, or sleep in the deep sea and be completely deprived of his soul.

He will set up the sail and go to death, doing what even the most experienced warriors in Fenrir would consider as a suicide act. To challenge a giant beast, he will climb onto the beast's body. Even if he is pulled into the sea, he will still find its eyeballs, pry open its eyelids, and completely inject the sharp harpoon into it. Amid the roar of the sea dragon and the cheers of the surrounding tribes, the behemoth will swell its belly.

Then hundreds of mortals will form a large fleet to pull the giant away, and he will only take the dragon's teeth as his trophy. He will not take the rest of the flesh, the scales that are comparable to armor, and the dragon's secretions worth thousands of gold.

And every time he returns to Fenrion and starts the challenge, the interval between the times may be hundreds of years, so that many coastal tribes regard him as a legendary hero. Even in the songs of many bards, the influence of the chaotic warp and Fenrion's special time calculation method, many Fenrion people think he is a special existence.

In addition, the average life expectancy of Fenrion people is about 50 years in the standard Terran year, making the inheritance and continuation of culture and records more difficult.

This messy situation makes his existence become the sea god of the coastal tribes to a certain extent. Although he is not a real god, every mortal will send people to shout the name of Barnard Saint Bit on the side of the ship to try to cross the ocean, hoping that the giant beasts will understand the specific meaning of the warrior's name and let those monsters retreat.

And to take a step back, even if we put aside those meaningless prayers and his deeds in the mouths of ordinary people, this lonely, dying old wolf is the most feared existence by the enemies of the Empire. He and his guide dog slaughtered all the people here in less than half an hour, including the Randans that the Empire had been unable to effectively deal with before.

This is a real clearing, which is different from the deaths caused by continuous fighting in other areas that caused the worms to parasitize again. When the Astartes Sergeant of the Destruction Eagle realized that he might be the breakthrough of the entire battle, the psychic think tank sergeant wiped the blood off the armor and spoke to this strange Astartes.

"Sergeant of the Fourth Company of the Destruction Eagle, it's nice to meet you, brother."

The old wolf had no emotions. He just raised his head and smelled the gunpowder on the battlefield. He could feel the gunfire, roaring, wailing, and the expansion of the aliens again and again. He was like a prophet with foresight, and found a way from his own experience and perception.

"You, kid, you are not bad, you should have some command authority, then take the members of the Destruction Eagle Regiment that you can command, use a lot of explosives like fragmentation mines, and call on the Imperial Guard to prepare artillery strikes, use the high-explosive bombs of the Lion Tail Scorpion."

"Those so-called Dan lacks resistance to crushing, a dense high-explosive bombing is enough to clear the area, and finally prepare to attack the right side of the front with me. We will conduct a round-shaped encirclement across half of the fortress, and then use a dense bombing to completely end this short-term front crisis.

The sergeant was a little surprised. He was called "boy"? He had served the Empire for 600 years this year and was almost the core of the most solid force in this regiment. But when he saw the wrinkles on the cheeks of the old man without eyeballs and his skillful fighting, he realized that this beast was qualified to be called that.

He asked uneasily. "What are you going to do?!"

The old wolf replied. "Use explosives to completely block the enemy's access to the fortress. Block them. Then the pressure of war will come to the Dan and the Red Pirates biting each other. We only need to use a few explosives to blow down the wall next to the gap in the fortress. The rubble will block the entire entrance and buy us time for Dalian's support."

"Why not just kill those Dan?" asked the sergeant.

"Because they won't die, they are not normal creatures, but twisted monsters. Even if we extinguish the enemies in this range, the next battle will not be easy. Rather than let Dan and us both lose, it is better to wait for support." The old wolf's sensitivity to the battlefield is quite terrible. He only skipped this cruel battlefield and analyzed the situation based on experience and existing intelligence.

The sergeant had to agree, and began to try to form an assault force composed of space warriors to tear open the enemy's defense line.

Under the enemy's attack like a storm, this warrior squad that was ordered in danger was also successfully formed. The remaining Astartes were less than 40 people. They brought enough weapons, equipment, ammunition and explosives. Everyone was ready to sacrifice to continue the battle. This is the Destruction Eagle, living towards death.

Space warriors do not need the cumbersome declarations and so-called morale boosters of mortals. They just move forward like uniform puppets without saying a word, and when they reach the war zone, they swarm and scatter, using standard tactical postures to shuttle through the battlefield composed of trenches and death.

They need to try to break through the right side, which means they have to leave the bunker to face the enemy who is not less in number than them and has a large number of dead Imperial Guards to help. Although Dan lacks weapons and equipment, their fearlessness of death and desire for fresh flesh and blood are more terrifying than any weapon.

When the sergeant led some of his brothers to leave the bunker dug by the Imperial Guard, several heavy shells flew over. He ran over those heavy projectiles flexibly. The shock wave of the explosion flipped over his armor and the fragments danced in front of his sight indicator.

At the same time, he dropped smoke bombs one by one. After the thick smoke burst out, he cast a smoke corridor for other comrades, providing them with a few covers to avoid the enemy's heavy firepower threats.

And the old wolf Barnard agreed with the bravery of this young man, especially such a person with so many constraints and shackles could face the battlefield so calmly and neatly. Obviously, he had experienced a lot of pain and enlightenment. Even Space Marines find it difficult to completely get rid of fear, especially after they realize the care of their brothers and mortals.

Throwing aside the blind superstition of the Primarch or the Empire, or the influence of the Chapter culture, very few warriors can live for death in a relatively rational state. He is not that kind of person. He just wants to die, but he knows that kind of warrior, the former Red Moon, the tolerant, kind, powerful and terrifying Wolf Lord. For the brothers, he is a reliable companion and support, and for the enemies of the Empire, he is the most terrible nightmare.

The old wolf licked his dry mouth and crossed the battlefield through the smoke. He saw the rare qualities of the Space Marines in this young man. He also has them, but not much. He only helps the people of the home world to have more meals, and most of them are for their own fulfillment.

So far, most Space Marines are selfless and selfish. They are arrogant and feel that they can sacrifice everything for mankind, but they are selfish and can sacrifice hundreds of thousands of people for their own lives. Although most of the military institutions of the Empire are like this, the Astartes who have transcended the vision of mortals should avoid this.

This deviated from the Emperor's original intention. As the last morality and hope of mankind, the Space Marines have a large number of traitors and degenerates. Even the loyal Space Marines in the Empire have become selfish and self-centered. At the end of this dark millennium, the actions of the Chief of the Destruction Eagle will appear extremely tall.

They used this to overcome difficulties and hardships again and again, and made rapid right-side maneuvers. Dan lacked powerful war heroes, so the mission was not difficult. In the face of the Space Marines, most of Dan's defenses were very fragile. They did not expect the Empire to attack, and they never thought that someone would risk adding warriors to them.

At the same time, the sensitive Barnard can become a real scout. He is like an enhanced version of the auspicious instrument, correctly providing the Destruction Eagle with the enemy's position and number, and even being able to distinguish whether their weapons are a threat to the Space Marines through the bunkers. At the same time, his giant wolf and the Space Marines' innate strong defense is enough for them to resist the invasion of the Dan worm's body and psychic interference.

At this moment, the Randan once again encountered their enemies from ten thousand years ago, the Empire's Astartes, those human supermen who had almost driven them to extinction, and once again showed a decadent trend. The Astartes were unstoppable, penetrating into the weak points of the Randan defenses like an arrow piercing armor, all the way to the heart.

The Astartes arrived at the gap in the wall. At this moment, this place had become a fortress. A large number of metal handles were removed and used to strengthen the defense here. After several hours of war, those reinforcements in the general command area made Dan still sleepless. Even Equipped with rudimentary reactive armor to provide defense for their headquarters.

The Space Marines were grabbing the corpses, collecting the worms with multi-tools, watching them rot the metal and ceramite outer armor, and then gathering them up as fast as they could.

Then the old wolf of the Space Wolves used a shotgun to clean up the few Rangdan aggregates. A large number of worms instantly turned into flesh, and those disgusting alien beings died. At the same time, they emitted suffocating psychic vibrations, making those who got close Several Space Marines almost lost their footing and fell, but the Space Wolves' Old Lone Wolf and the Destruction Eagle's Librarian Chief were the closest, so there was no impact.

At this moment, the Master Chief felt that there was a mysterious connection within that spiritual energy. He suddenly thought of another possibility, but at the same time, the lone wolf Barnard spoke.

He said feeling the situation here. "The enemies have begun to gather back to defend. It's pretty much what I thought. Once we close the gap in the fortress here, those large numbers of Rang Dan will become living targets for missiles. The only question left is when you are ready to evacuate."

The Chief sensed something was wrong. "Evacuate? We? You want me to abandon you and let you install explosives alone?" He already had feelings for this veteran soldier. When he heard that he wanted to sacrifice himself in exchange for a looser war situation, he immediately expressed his opposition.

"I should have died, boy. There is a reason why I can live until now. Ruth protected me, and so did Hongyue. If I leave this time, it is just the inevitable fate." The veteran did not expect that this young man would save him, He had seen warriors who were forced to sacrifice time and time again, poor people kidnapped by honor and the so-called light of Russ.

And the Master Chief shook his head and said. "Give up your explosives. Capture the thief first. Capture the king first. I feel the spiritual connection between those Jean Dans. There is a control center here. Capture it and use my spiritual power to block her spiritual energy. The Jean here is Dan will lose unified control and become something where thoughts are no longer shared with each other, which will greatly weaken their combat effectiveness. "

The old wolf shook his head. "It's too risky. Although your plan is more feasible once and for all, how can I trust you, and how can I be sure that the plan can be completed?"

Once again displaying a charisma similar to that of his primarch, Master Chief the Eagle of Destruction spoke. "I can't guarantee it, but I also know that losing your comrades is the commander's dereliction of duty. Although you are not my brother, you are our best scout comrade. I am just fulfilling my duties and doing my best. All I can do."

"At the same time, if my plan fails, I will personally attack the siege and blow up the gap instead of living in an ignoble way!"

The old wolf was a little moved, more because of his will and the similarity with his old friend. He squinted his eyelids without eyeballs and said in an old voice. "Then let me give it a try, kid."