Chapter 103 Duran Farce (10)

Before Leman Russ found Yorlin, he experienced another battle.

The clip of the Wolf Lord and the Werewolf was not only circulated in the communication networks of the two legions, but also caused huge waves in the Duran people's network. Unlike the knights and wolves who deliberately avoided this picture, it was almost

The Duran people who are desperate will not give up this opportunity.

Just when the Wolf Lord of the Thirteenth Company issued the order to destroy the camera equipment, thundering footsteps like a migrating herd rang in everyone's ears: Apparently, reinforcements from the Duran people had arrived, and they were stronger than them.

It is faster and more imaginable.

Thousands of Tulan soldiers came from all directions, and there was no end as far as the eye could see. All the officers were displaying the eye-catching photo. As a result, the noble anger of defending the homeland and the gnashing of teeth against the invaders

Hatred was put on the most sacred cloak, and it collided with the education of thousands of years of complete hostility to aliens and mutants at this moment, fermented, and finally formed an immortal fighting spirit that can swallow up the world.

Yolin led three teams, but this number was not enough to stop this fearless tide. The Wolf Lord called his warriors to gather on the stage in the center of the theater, and built a temporary defense line relying on the terrain and height. Here,

They only need to point their guns at a few access points and gaps to form a steel storm that will strangle any life. Above their heads, the iron cage holding their former companions is also creaking.

, obviously, the monster inside smells the breath of war, and is becoming more and more crazy and bloodthirsty.

Just like that, the battle began.

Amidst the countless gunshots and roars, the air was constantly twisting with the high temperature and deep breathing. Everyone's eyes were constantly shaking, as if everything was burning.

Duran's troops came one after another, and the wolf pack's guns screamed continuously. Everyone was struggling in this whirlpool of death. The dark red armor of the Duran people soon filled half of the hall, and their comrades even

They could easily knock down more walls and obstacles under the cover of corpses. Although they were bleeding every step of the way, they were indeed moving forward, and corresponding to this progress, one after another, the descendants of Russ began to fall.

Next, a dark red craze and a dark red blood tide swept through the wild wolf's angry roar.

And all of this was not as despairing as the next scene: he heard a very familiar clicking sound of the ammunition count being cleared, not just himself, but almost everyone in all directions.

The Wolf Lord bit the roots of his teeth until both rows of teeth felt bone-breaking pain.

"I will regret this decision sooner or later."

He muttered softly, then raised his gun and shot down the iron cage holding the werewolf monster. The moment the iron cage landed, the wolf master ducked over and kicked it hard towards Du.

Lan's military strength.

In such a violent collision, of course, when the cage holding the monster fell to the ground, it let out an overwhelmed groan and completely fell apart, and the beast it imprisoned returned to the world.

This complete monster didn't even hesitate for a second, and rushed towards Duran's army. Like a violent black hurricane sweeping through the tender flowerbed, the Duran people's weapons were under its fangs and claws.

It was as fragile as a rotten piece of paper. For a moment, blood spilled out and limbs flew everywhere. Countless Duran soldiers clutched their throats and fell into a pool of blood, or were simply torn to pieces, and then

There's no way he was ever a human being.

"Everyone!"

Seizing this opportunity, Yolin raised his battle ax high. He roared and led the remaining warriors towards the Duran army that was beginning to waver. The battle turned into a pure melee strangulation, with the roar of the wolves.

The wildness of the werewolves turned into a rampant millstone of flesh and blood, crushing and killing the bravest Duran people.

The Wolf Lord's mind went blank. He simply raised his ax high. Relying on the battle memory that had long been engraved in his body, he lifted and dropped it again and again, ruthlessly harvesting lives one by one, feeling a trace of

Another trace of fear brewed in this hall, until the bravest or craziest Duran people died under the axes and sharp claws, leaving only those who were not firm enough.

He didn't even dare to feel happy, because the wild howl lingering in his ears reminded him all the time of the consequences of some kind of indulgence.

The bloody fight lasted for unknown lengths of time, until every inch of the Wolf Lord's field of vision was occupied by pure blood, until his iron boots could no longer touch an inch of clean ground. The hall was finally back in their hands, but despite this,

Countless Duran troops were still crowding outside. They seemed a little frightened, but they did not flee.

And just when he started to think about what to do, he heard two wolf howls.

Giant wolves, two giant wolves, they suddenly appeared from behind the Duran people, appeared from the edge of the battlefield, biting the throats of these people without hesitation, and behind them were groups of iron-gray animals

The figures were a large number of Space Wolves that had poured into the battlefield. They rushed into the Duran battle line in an instant. When these poor people realized that they were surrounded, the roaring chains

The saw sword has cut off the heads of hundreds of Duran people.

And behind this invincible steel storm, there is the tallest, most powerful, and most invincible figure. He holds his chain sword tightly, like a god of war coming to the world from the sky.

Generally speaking, walking on a battlefield where there is no suspense anymore.

From this moment on.

The battle is over.

The massacre began.

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Leman Russ stared at his dead son.

In other words, this creature.

At least, it was once his own son.

No one dared to disturb the Primarch. The Wolf King of Fenris just stood in the [courtyard] piled with the corpses of countless Durans and Space Wolves, quietly observing the completely dead werewolf, looking at it

That ferocious head, that bloody mouth, and those scarlet eyes staring straight into the dim sky: this is what this monster looked like when it died.

It died in the battle. The Duran people's desperate struggle finally gave it enough damage. Without the protection of the power armor, the burly and deformed body was riddled with lasers, bullets, swords and even fists.

The sharp fangs and teeth collapsed one after another as it violently tore open the throats and chests of the Duran people again and again. Even the lush hair was stained with blood and was stranded.

, stuck to the skin stickyly.

But at the same time, its death was so glorious. It probably killed more Duran people than all the people present combined. The blood penetrated deeply into the nails and could no longer be erased.

In this sense, it has obtained the way of death that every Fenrisian dreams of.

Russ looked at it and remained silent. Finally, the Primarch slowly knelt down, gently wiped away the blood on the face of the offspring with his fingers, and slowly brushed its eyes.

It was at this moment that his wolf master stepped forward and stepped on the cold flesh and blood with his iron boots, making a sticky sizzling sound.

Yolin walked up to his king like this, lowering his head. The Wolf Lord was not unscathed in the battle just now. He was always at the forefront, and the wounds and scars all over his body were enough to make any Astartes burst into tears.

fear.

But Ruth didn't look at him. He just looked at the dead child quietly. After a while, he slowly asked questions.

【why did not you tell me.】

"I...I'm just waiting."

Only in front of his genetic father and king would the Wolf Lord's voice be mixed with growls.

【Wait? Wait for what?】

"The antidote, the truth, the solution... or whatever..."

【There won’t be any.】

[It is the sprout of eternal winter, the light of the long night, the courage of a deserter, something that will never appear. We do not need to expect miracles, nor do we need to expect promises.]

The Wolf King stood up. He was much taller than his most burly heir. All the Space Wolves were waiting in line at a distance, in awe of the power of the Gene Father. Only the Wolf Lord standing next to him was struggling.

He raised his head, troubled by his own confusion and confusion.

"We once became like this, my lord... I still remember..."

[I also remember, Yolin, I remember everything. I remember those cursed names. They were once close to us and fought side by side, but they failed. They failed to withstand this power. Now, they can only

Wandering in the darkness of Fenris, he became a complete monster.】

[I also know that it is not the past, this is also the future. The Caenis Spiral gives us power, and the roar of the wolf surges in our blood, allowing us to win countless wars among the stars, but when we cannot control it

When the time came, it decided to bite us in turn. Is it something that people can’t understand? 】

These words made Yolin tremble a little.

"You...know everything? Sir?"

Leman Russ did not answer immediately. He just showed a smile that was tinged with sarcasm and bitterness. He looked at his wolf master and the master of the Thirteenth Great Company, his former shield-bearing attendant.

The person you trust the most will choose to stand firmly on your side even until the end of the gods.

[Every legion has its own curse, Yolin.]

[In this damn world, no one can be carefree, the only exceptions are those idiots.]

[This is true for every one of my brothers. They are just like me. Our blood gives our descendants inhuman power, but this power is not free. 】

[Every legion has the possibility of leading to the darkest future. If some legions seem so perfect and invulnerable, it is just that their darkness has been carefully hidden, or they have simply been carried on their backs.

It is the most dangerous thing for a person.】

[That’s why the All-Father needs us and our group of executioners, because bad things may happen in any legion, so the blood-drinking guillotine must always be as bright as new and show no mercy.]

【Only I can do this, my brothers, they are too reserved, arrogant, kind, hesitant, or just plain weak to do this.】

[I used to think that we were special cases, the ones favored by All Father and Destiny. Even when the Seal Bearer warned me, I didn’t take it seriously. 】

[Now it seems that this is just an arrogant escape thought. At this point, there is no difference between you and me.]

"Sir...I...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have deceived you...I want to tell you..."

【Don’t apologize to me!】

Leman Russ's anger was aroused in one moment, but disappeared in the next moment. He waved his hands irritably and took a deep breath, his voice filled with merciless accusations and questions.
To be continued...