"I saw the truth!"
The rebellious wolf roared, holding the artifact that inspired him with both hands, then held it high and roared towards Soshiyang.
“The gods want you to die!
!
!
! "
The other party just looked at him motionless.
Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters——
Soon his blade will decapitate him, he will stand over the corpse of the conquered and offer sacrifices to the gods, countless armies will gather around him, he will return to Fenris and let it burn, Bringing real enlightenment there——
Suddenly, something flashed before his eyes, and then Eschoff screamed in agony, his stomach splitting like a ripe melon.
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He desperately tried to break free and fought back with a long knife, but the opponent grabbed the blade and snatched it away. When he fell backward, he stepped into his chest with a foot, denting his chest.
"What's this?"
Soshyan shook the Blade of Awakening in his hand, and Eschoff stretched out his hand while spitting blood from his mouth.
"Give back...Give back...the blade of awakening..."
"The Blade of Awakening?"
Soshiyang heard a clear name in the thick Fenris throat. He frowned, then shook the weapon and turned to look at the dying rebellious wolf.
"Are you sure you've been fighting with this? It's so sad..."
Suddenly, Eschoff's eyes widened. His magic weapon, his inspiration, turned into a monster twisting in the huge hand armor at some point. It had a snake-like body, but had two weird... His head was screaming like a cry.
"No...impossible...no..."
Soshyan exerted a little force, and the thing turned into dust amid a burst of screams. Then he leaned down and stared at the rebellious wolf whose eyes gradually became distracted.
"What do you have to say? I don't know your name, and I don't know why you became a traitor, but at least for now, I am still willing to listen to your last confession."
With the disappearance of the weapon, a veil covering Eschoff's dusty soul disappeared, and something that seemed to have been forgotten resurfaced in the dark water. His lips trembled, but all words were lost. It was stuck in the throat.
There were only countless questions and doubts lingering in his mind——
What has become of him?
What did he turn into those bloody claws who were supposed to have great potential?
Suddenly, he saw his dead friend, Hemond, the person who tried to stop him at the last moment.
Hemond knelt on the ground, the sword penetrated his body, and the gray iron-colored power armor was splashed with the dirt of the battle. Eschoff stood in front of him, holding the hilt of the knife in his hand, with only anger on his face. The storm of war around seems to be continuing.
Eschoff looked down at the face of his battle brother, a plump nose, a face like winter ice, a strong chin, slightly mottled beard and hair, unyielding even when death came, yellow eyes His glazed gaze haunts Eschoff as the life fades into darkness.
"...Eschoff, wake up...you must save yourself!"
Hemond was almost choking as he spoke, blood overflowing from his mouth.
"This is not really you, brother... don't let the Chapter and Fenris... be disgraced..."
The Space Marine's life pulsed faintly, but Eschoff's lips did not move, his expression showing the twist that was growing within him.
Taking a breath, the warrior grasped the weapon that impaled him.
"Let go...this...otherwise...all the...honor we have fought for, my brother...will turn into dust..."
Then Eschoff's lips moved.
"This was my honor...it was stolen!"
"Those are not our honours, brother."
Along with his words, the wild wolf spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Honor belongs to the Emperor. You have been deceived."
For a moment, Eschoff's face seemed to twitch, and then rage overcame reason.
"No--!"
He suddenly withdrew the blade, and Hemond was brought forward and fell forward. He looked at his brother in despair, realizing that he could no longer save him, and with a sigh, he stretched out his hand for the last time.
"Then...brother...may the Emperor's...wrath...and punishment...befall you...finally...Esjoff...see you again...in the winter. ..”
Eschoff closed his eyes in pain, tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes. Perhaps his soul could no longer experience the cold winter in Fenris.
"...Ha...ha...Hemond...come to winter...see you..."
With the last gasp, the rebellious wolf passed away for the last time, and Soshyan sighed softly, shook his head, and withdrew his spear.
Suddenly, as if it was a dying curse from the deceased, Soshyan heard something...
Like a distant wolf howling mixed in the snowstorm, like a lament, but also filled with anger——
He suddenly turned around and glanced at the battlefield littered with corpses. There were no living people, or rather, no living wolves. Did he hear wrongly?
"Chapter Commander, what's wrong?"
Mark asked cautiously, and Soshyan then whispered:
"Did you hear it?"
"Hear...what?"
"Howling wolf."
Mark turned around and looked, just like Soshyan did before.
"The enemies have been destroyed."
"Maybe I heard it wrong..."
Soshyan answered vaguely, but he was not sure, because he rarely heard anything wrong, let alone hallucinated. For some reason, he felt strangely uneasy after hearing the howling of the wolf. I feel it, but I can’t put it into words, maybe it’s just too inexplicable.
But the wild wolf...
The last time Randall was killed seemed to be related to wild wolves, as if nothing good would happen to him once he was related to wolves.
Shaking his head to throw away these strange thoughts, Soshi raised his fingers and swept over the dead people.
"Burn their bodies, keep some of their armor and weapons, and send people back to Fenris after the war."
"Chapter Commander, there is a message from the flagship. The Red Pirates seem to be retreating."
The news brought by Mark did not surprise Soshyan. As long as Huron was not stupid or hopelessly stubborn, he would have clearly understood that the outcome of this battle was decided.
The first thing a qualified commander and lord should do when they fail is to stop losses.
On the bridge of the Ghost of Destruction, Huron stared into the void. At this time, he was surrounded by a hell filled with debris, and every inch of space was accompanied by fierce battles.
With a sigh, he looked at the surrounding lords. Those lords and leaders also exchanged glances with each other, holding weapons tightly in their hands——
Huron knew very well that as soon as he appeared weak, there was no doubt that these guys who had sworn loyalty to him in the past would tear him into pieces. Even if the God of Darkness gave him power, there was no guarantee that everyone would surrender to him.
For some reason, he suddenly recalled the time when he was still the leader of the chapter. The warriors of the chapter fought without regrets and did not need any reward. The commander was always the first to attack and the last to retreat. The soldiers were willing to do so. Use yourself as a shield for your comrades, and everyone will use their lives to perform their duties.
It had been a long, long time since he had such warriors anymore, only a group of sneaky, profit-seeking subordinates left.
"Master, Lord Zhu Fu's fleet has basically gathered together."
While listening to the report, Huron's fingers carelessly touched the tattoos and brands crisscrossing his arms. Each mark on his body was obtained in battles with different enemies. He recalled that he had fought with someone when he was young. The one-on-one fight between the two Chaos warlords reminded him of the demons that almost killed him but fell at his feet, and the Tyranids that almost ate him.
After he fought against the Empire, many arrogant Imperial Space Marines were killed by him. For every great deed he did and every battle he fought, he knew that the gods were paying attention.
But now, he wasn't sure who the gods were after.
In his ears, there seemed to be countless ghosts screaming at him, telling him to ignore the outcome of this battle and continue to attack and destroy, even if he died together with Soshyan.
