After accidentally killing his comrades, Eschoff realized that he could never turn back, so he killed all those who disobeyed, and transformed the remaining Blood Claws and Gray Claws into a group to launch a revenge war against the Empire in the name of the Chaos Gods. A thug, and this weapon was also named "The Blade of Awakening" by him. All those who have dedicated their blood to it can get a glimpse of the truth from it. It even attracted many traitors who were not wild wolves to join, just to uncover some troubles. Their long-held secret.
"come yet..."
After hearing the distant footsteps approaching, Eschoff immersed the blade and half of the handle of the "Blade of Awakening" into a bucket of blood beside him. This weapon always thirsted for blood, and many people in the warband were It is whispered that if this hunger is not satisfied, this thing will squirm like a snake in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to find its prey.
But Eschoff didn't see it that way. It was just a weapon, a tool, and a tool would never break away from its owner's will.
If there is to be killing, it must be done by his hands.
Then, he pulled out the long knife. There was no drop of blood on it at this time, and then he scratched his thumb with the blade.
The Blade of Awakening throbbed in his hands, thirsting for more blood - and so did Eschoff himself.
Suddenly, his body trembled, and a foreboding sight made him twitch continuously. When the powerful force acted, he had to do this to ensure that his body would not be torn apart.
The other warband members seemed to know what was happening and came up to test the strange energy emanating from his body. He really wanted to drive these damn bastards away, but when the scene emerged in his mind, he could only arch his back and roar in pain. Filial piety to divert attention.
After a moment of warping spasm, he leaned on the long knife and gasped. In the harsh noise, he saw the wolves, the deserted wolves, running in a hurry on the snowy field, their fur dyed scarlet, and then A blizzard swept through, including countless flags and steel horses and knights, crushing them completely like an avalanche.
Is this what the gods want?
He served many banquets, but in the end he was going to be crushed into powder?
No!
no way!
Suddenly, he remembered what a wizard once said to him - the sacrifices the gods need are often those they love.
This fact filled his mind with insane rage.
Eschoff was foaming at the mouth, his mind filled with the ridicule of the dark gods. He raised his sword and looked towards the door.
There was a loud bang, the door shattered, and amid heavy footsteps, knights in silver armor holding shields and spears stepped in neatly, and a silver-gray flag with crossed swords fluttered above the team.
And among them, there is one person who is so conspicuous.
Even with the blessing of the Terminator, he is too huge. The Terminator armor that looks like Hades is engraved with gorgeous withered patterns, and he wears a white burqa with an Eschoff Young Face, who thinks he is hypocritical and cowardly (relatively speaking), holds an ancient power spear, with an iron halo hanging high on the back of his head.
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If nothing else, this is the supreme commander of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, Soshyan Alexey.
The traitorous wolf clenched its fangs together, jumped down from the command throne, stood up straight after landing, and raised his head.
"Are you Soshyan?"
He raised his sword and swung it over his head like an ax of old.
"You're in such a hurry to die."
Soshyan just responded with a sneer, and then said:
"Would they be happy if your head was returned to Fenris, or would it be a shame?"
Instantly enraged, Eschoff broke into a run, followed by the charge of his pack - 47 Chaos Space Marines in all.
"I'm going to deal with this beast."
Murad, the consecutive champion, wanted to fight, but was stopped by Soshyan's outstretched hand.
"I'll do it myself."
Soshyan took a step forward, and the Terminators moved with him.
Bolters barked and plasma hissed, slamming into armor and the flesh beneath it, while others struck harmlessly against shields and Terminator armor.
When the two sides were less than 200 meters away, Soshyan suddenly increased his speed and stabbed the first traitor in the head at a speed that was unimaginable for a Space Marine wearing a Terminator. He retracted the spear and instantly knocked away an axe, throwing the spearhead away. He inserted it into the belly of another traitor and nailed it to the chest of the third traitor behind him.
With a strong flick, the two of them flew out at the same time, hitting the wall with a loud noise, and turned into a twisted piece of garbage.
In the end, Soshyan used a spear to pick apart two axes and cut off the axe's shaft. When the other party retreated in horror, he kicked it away and smashed it into the array of meditators. He left the others to the First Company to deal with. .
"die!"
The Blade of Awakening was raised, and Eschoff used a precise slash to reach the opponent's head. Unexpectedly, the opponent interrupted his long-planned attack with a single move of his spear, followed by an oncoming attack. Slap, the lightning surrounding the apocalyptic power claws quickly enlarged in his hole——
After a loud bang, Soshyan threw him in the Terminator armor more than ten meters, making him slide on the rough metal floor for a long time.
"How can it be..."
Eschoff coughed while trying to stand up. The terrifying force just now made him feel uneasy. If his beast-like intuition hadn't made him take a step back half a second earlier, his head might have been thrown out just now.
But even so, the front of his armor was torn open, his rib plates were probably cracked, and he felt like a punctured water bag.
Suddenly, he heard howling, turned around and saw one of his personal guards preventing Soshyan from approaching. The rebellious wild wolf had almost degenerated into a wolf, and the sharp claws on his arms were waving like the wind, trying to cut through the opponent's body. armor.
But he was no stronger than Eschoff, and he didn't even have a chance to touch him.
The soul spear slid smoothly through Soshiyang's palm and pierced into the werewolf's belly at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
In the cry of pain, Soshyan raised the spear into the air with one arm. The werewolf screamed in horror, because its own weight caused the spear to drill deeper and deeper into the wound, and finally pierced the dying man. The back of the beast.
The blood dripped down the spear, but was immediately evaporated by the decomposition force field. Soshyan looked at Eschoff, snorted softly, and threw the still slightly twitching corpse to the ground in front of him.
The sound of fighting around him gradually subsided, and Eschoff knew that he was probably the only one left alive, and he had no hope of survival.
But the wolf will not surrender and die, even if he is a traitor.
Eschoff pushed himself up on his knees tremblingly, something flashing in his wolf eyes.
He once again saw the vision of thousands of troops crushing wolves, and then he shook his head and shook away the thought.
No! No! Not like that!
The gods were watching him and he did as they asked! They should protect him like they always do!
