The battle on the Black Ship continued, and the Astartes present, no matter which camp they came from, opened their eyes wide and refused to miss this legendary duel.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
The storm of Fenris is still roaring tirelessly, venting its anger on the mountains in front of it, but the mountains remain motionless, showing its existence in silent contrast.
Since the day Ragnar emerged from the ice of Fenris, he has departed from this world as a warrior chosen by the High King;
And since he drank the glass of wolf wine, he became a descendant of Russ and became even more powerful in the territory of the empire, killing countless enemies for the empire over the centuries.
But even in these hundreds of years of fighting, he had never had such a happy battle.
Because no one has ever really had the opportunity to let him use all his methods, let him burn the anger in his heart to the end, and at the same time wield the battle ax in his hand until his last breath.
Never, and he thought there never would be again.
He is a born warrior, and his skill with a weapon is as instinctive as his use of his body and claws.
Whether starting out as a Bloodclaw or becoming a Wolf Guard after completing the Oath of Vengeance, he has faced no match in the hundreds of years since becoming a Space Wolf.
During the occasional war break, he would also guess that he would die in a fleet battle or disappear in some subspace voyage. But he never thought that he would feel the crisis of impending death because of a one-on-one duel.
Yes, although the demigod in front of him did not fight back, but only followed his offensive with a seemingly simple defense.
But the first second he put the weapon in his hand against the opponent, he already knew that he had the initiative in this battle, and there was never a moment that was completely his.
It was a force more powerful than him, but it was always restrained in the defense that was exactly equal to his offensive. It was a pair of eyes and body that were sharper than him, but it was able to maintain a speed equal to his.
Even the martial arts he was proud of were like this. Every adjustment of the opponent's center of gravity was tempting him to attack.
However, these subtle shifts in the center of gravity in seemingly ordinary actions within a few milliseconds made his offensive seem like it was lost in the sea, and he did not receive even a single positive feedback.
He had tried his best, but the enemy's eyes and weapons were pointing at his loopholes every moment. He was close to the limit of his physical strength, but under this seemingly simple counterattack, he was unable to even retreat. When he arrived, he could only continue his dancing.
Yes, maybe in the eyes of onlookers, he is still continuing his attack at this time, and if there is no accident, this suffocating attack will continue, and it seems that there will never be an end in sight.
But Ragnar, who was at the center of the storm, knew that until now in this battle, he was like a kite controlled by strings, just dancing under the guidance of the other party.
The slashing and stabbing of the battle ax...the shoulder and knee collision of the power armor...
With his entire body used as a weapon, the alpha wolf can be said to use all his abilities. The hundreds of attacks within a few seconds can be said to have brought out all his abilities.
However, the heavy sword in Calvin's hand was like a wall of sighs. While resolving his attacks one by one in various structures supported by the body, it also showed him the limits of the so-called defense.
The victorious swordsmanship from Ultramar, the champion epee from the Imperial Fists, the rapier and scimitar from the Phoenix Guard, and the gladiatorial skills from the World Eaters.
The mysterious original body in front of him was swinging the sword in his hand, and his martial arts routines always showed signs of astonishment to Ragna...
What made his heart sink even more was the way the original body used his sword as a shield to force him back with a set of martial arts belonging to the Forbidden Army, and then showed him an extremely familiar starting move in front of him:
Fangs of Fenris - A one-handed version of the dual-wield axe.
Are your underwear seen through? Or is it that the original body knew their Fenrisian martial arts?
Ragna suddenly retreated and felt like he was in a trance. Amidst the absurdity and astonishment, he had no doubt that the guy in front of him could teach him the "Fenris Martial Arts" teaching drill again in the next battle. .
And he, Ragnar, was the unlucky guy who was used as a teaching prop.
Is this really a battle? Or is this just a cheek-to-cheek show of force?
What was he trying to explain to himself? Oh, the rights.
That truth that has been known and recognized by everyone for countless years in Fenris - power based on absolute power.
"No more fighting! I admit defeat..."
After thinking about this, Ragna instantly lost his desire to fight. The opponent had already proved his strength. As a complete loser in every aspect from physical fitness to martial arts, what else can I do besides dedicating my loyalty to the winner?
Obedience is also a kind of survival wisdom, especially among the cold and cruel wolves.
Ragna, panting violently, looked up at the giant in front of him, and finally with a low growl of unwillingness, he held his battle ax upside down and handed it to the victor in front of him.
The original body, who once again carried the heavy sword behind his back, strode forward and snatched the battle ax from Ragnar's hand, then raised it high to show to all the witnesses.
This is the handover of the status of force after it has been proven, and it is also the transfer of rights after force has been confirmed. Fenris’ culture is so naked, and Calvin, who understands their rules, will not refuse and be polite, because that is the right to Ragnar's greatest insult.
The Wolf Guards fell silent after seeing the victor's appearance, and finally knelt down in rows to show their submission to the new supreme power;
The Black Templars looked at the figure of the original body with complicated expressions, because during the battle just now, they also saw the shadow of Dorne for a moment.
But it would never be Dorne, for Calvin never concealed his temperament and his terrifying psychic abilities. While they were simply remembering their genetic father, they also witnessed the emergence of a brand new Emperor's Son.
The battle on the bridge of the black ship finally ended, and on the battlefield of Barlog ahead, the two fleets that had been paying attention to the direction of the black ship finally stopped attacking each other under the orders of their respective commanders.
This internal dispute that occurred in a corner of the empire was finally temporarily settled by Calvin, but the contradictions and conspiracies hidden behind the dispute were only just beginning to emerge.
"Your deployment, come to me after confirming the casualties." Calvin gave the order directly to the alpha wolf without any courtesy. He believed that the alpha wolf did not need any false politeness.
The alpha wolf, who had recovered from the emotion of defeat, did not hesitate. After taking back the symbolic battle ax from the original body, he nodded to him, then led the wolf guards to the flight deck of the black ship, and began to gather the black ship. of all Space Wolves.
At this time, Hrafnkel had also opened the deck. After breaking away from their restraints on the flight deck, the group of storm eagles turned on their engines in a ski jump and flew towards the black ship.
The black ship, whose captain had died on the spot, under the command of the surviving members of the Inquisition, unfolded the most vulnerable belly of the battleship towards the Astartes who had just met with swords...
Calvin stood up and walked towards the top of the bridge. His gaze swept across the crowd. After nodding with the bowed Black Templars, he finally locked onto the woman kneeling on the ground in the corner behind the crowd. On the body.
She just knelt down and sat there quietly, as if nothing could disturb her thoughts, and Alvin's head with closed eyes was on her lap, as if he had fallen into a quiet and deep sleep...
"He is not dead." Calvin's words brought the inquisitor back to his senses.
"Not dead?" She raised her head and looked eagerly to confirm his words, while the original body looked at the unconscious Alvin and said:
"It's just fake death, there is still salvation, and you..."
"I'm dead, aren't I?" Lisetta slowly stood up from the ground and looked at the freshly baked "Eye of the Empire" in front of her, but she didn't show any intentions for herself. At this time, she had completely lost control of this place and could not even command her own ship.
She did not attempt suicide, and Calvin seemed to have no intention of preventing her from doing so.
One of the two was confident, while the other had a vague idea of Calvin's identity from the reactions of the Astartes around him.
They all know clearly that in the face of a Primarch who is good at controlling psychic powers, death is not enough to hinder the search for the truth. And it was after seeing Calvin with her own eyes and understanding his special identity that she finally felt the anomaly behind the order she received.
Hostility to the Space Wolves is nothing new within the Inquisition; this view has long been present within the ranks of the Inquisition.
But the existence and explosion of contradiction are two completely different properties.
In fact, there are many people who are dissatisfied with the Inquisition, and there are even more factional disputes within them than outside. But how many times have these conflicts finally exploded, leading to fierce bloodshed?
Who is deliberately leading the conflict and ultimately creating this encirclement and suppression of the Space Wolves in a short period of time?
Who doesn't want to see the large but weak Tribunal being integrated, but wants to transfer this special Lord of Terra?
And who couldn't see the Custodes returning to the stage of the Empire after thousands of years, and trying to lure their only link with the Inquisition away from Terra in the early days of the establishment of the Eye of the Empire?
Do they really just want the obedience or destruction of the Space Wolves?
Is their goal just to bring this person from Terra to her?
Lisetta, who had regained her overall vision, felt a chill to her bones the more she thought about it. The moment she gathered all the clues she had, she already understood the ultimate meaning of all the events that happened here:
"Someone doesn't want you to go back! This is a trap!!!" Lisetta reminded the original body loudly.
She hated herself so much at this moment that she had betrayed the oath she had sworn when she joined the Tribunal because of such selfish desires.
She even dared not imagine how much the entire empire would pay if Calvin really died here...
"Yes... this is indeed a trap." Feeling the tide in the distance, Calvin's eyes had already passed through reality and looked toward distant Terra.
And at the moment when these words were spoken, a large net surrounding the entire Gian Moro sector and even the entire eastern portal of Terra finally began to surround the prey in the center after a long preparation...
Buzz…
Low subspace fluctuations spread from far to near, erupting at a physical distance of thousands of light years. Only then did the psykers on the black ship and even the entire Gian Moro sector react, and they all looked in the direction where the original body was looking.
Incomparably huge waves of energy in the distance have surged. While they completely obscure the nearest starry sky between Gian Moro and Terra, they are also like the dark clouds and faint thunder in the sky before a storm. It rings in the ears of those who are capable.
The black clouds were like a huge weight weighing down on their reason, and in the supreme sky of Boju Yungui, the evil and corrupt power of chaos also began to violently sublimate and agitate.
Every psyker can clearly feel this pressure, and from this moment on, the actions of their will in the warp will become more dangerous.
But this powerful interference is still not the storm itself, it is just the aftermath of a larger phenomenon, and the danger that really makes them feel suffocating fear is slowly but surely approaching them.
Order is withering, while chaos is rising...
The endless evil carries noisy whispers that are countless times louder, resounding around the soul projection of the psyker, and the more powerful the person is who is closely connected with the subspace, the more likely he will be in the subspace at this moment. Strong erosion...
The Astropath on the Black Ship became the first victim of this feast:
He first stood up suddenly with a low roar, and then before the surrounding vigilant and monitoring soldiers had time to react, he fell down trembling and twitching on his steel seat and cage.
All the ornaments and brands on his robes were burning fiercely, and under the horrified gaze of the stormtroopers monitoring him, his voice changed from rational suppression to crazy roar, and then from crazy roar. It degenerates into laughter full of madness and hatred...
The sound of bones dissolving and the cracking sound of rapid cortical growth sounded at the same time. Under the eyes of everyone, the poor man was first transformed into a pool of formless flesh and blood, and then countless wet tentacles grew out of his remains.
This horrific and twisted scene is madly impacting the sanity of everyone who witnesses it. So after receiving the scarlet warning in the eyepiece, although the stormtroopers could not control their own emotions, they still used the promethium flamethrowers in their hands to send timely purification to the evil in front of them.
However, its influence has already caused serious consequences, because the wills of other crew members around them have been violently impacted and contaminated after witnessing this mutation.
After the sanity of these people on the verge of madness reaches a certain limit, the collars around their necks finally take the first step, using self-destructive explosions to provide physical relief in advance for the pain they endure.
Similar scenes also appeared on other battleships and planets. Except for the think tanks belonging to the Astartes, most of the psykers in Jan Moro died under the first wave of this dark tide.
But it should be noted that not every battleship or every planet has a complete defense mechanism like the black ship.
After these psykers who were infused with the power of Chaos had their souls swallowed by Chaos, not all of their remaining bodies in the real universe were properly dealt with in the first place.
So under the starry sky of Gian Morro, countless large and small forces of chaos unfolded from the portals built by these skins, and the most densely populated place was Barlogo, which the Space Wolves once guarded...
Make up for the update, take a little rest, and update normally in the evening.
(End of chapter)
