In my previous experience with Space Marines, the highest-ranking commander I have ever seen is only a company commander, and the most I usually see is a non-commissioned officer who commands a team, and the character of the battle group leader has always been a legend to me. At this time, I had the first chance to meet the leader of an interstellar warband, maybe it was still a relative from the same world as me, so I naturally had to look at him twice and remember him well. It's just a pity that this is too difficult for me. Normally, the officers of the Space Marines will be equipped with more conspicuous armor, and some even have exclusive personal decorations, which will make them stand out even in the most chaotic battlefields, so as to facilitate better command, and in order to increase the need for overall vision, Star Marine officers usually do not wear helmets. And this master of the war group standing on the podium, not only dressed like the ordinary soldiers below, but even his head was tightly wrapped in a helmet, coupled with his unique temperament that seemed to be able to actively repel the gaze of others, it can be said that as long as he staggered his gaze a little, he could completely disappear in people's impressions in a few seconds.

Although this warband seems to be as low-key as his name, this captain is inevitably too low-key, right? There is not even the slightest sense of existence, let alone majesty and glory or something, how does this person have to command the battle?

When I looked closely at Master Voda, I couldn't even determine if he was looking at me. A normal Space Marine's helmet glows when it is powered on and activates the mech, but his eyes are dim, even with the naked eye, it is easy to perceive with the perception of a psyker, but I can't detect anything at all in front of him. When he is motionless, he is no different from an inconspicuous sculpture. I vaguely had a suspicion, was it the person on stage who was talking to us just now?

In other words, the current scene is that they are mobilizing before the military parade or the war, right? Isn't it good for us to stand in the middle of them? Just as he was about to pull Eddie to the side, a burst of psionic energy suddenly erupted next to him, and a person teleported here.

The man was clearly a Space Marine, but instead of power armor, he wore a carapace armor like most of the Silent Blade's warriors. He didn't wear a helmet, his wrinkled face was intricately patterned, his eyes were hollow and there were no pupils, and his armor was covered with a number of pendants like most barbarian Space Marines - or more, and they weren't ordinary pendants, most of which I could sense contained psionic power, but he himself possessed much more power. So I immediately identified him, as we are the Sogans, a shaman, in the words of a Space Marine, a think tank curator, the inheritor of history and wisdom, one of the souls of the warband.

He bowed slightly to Master Voda on the stage and made a gesture with both hands. It wasn't the Empire's common tactical sign language, but the language of movement that was popular among the various tribes of Sogan, and I understood what he meant, saying "Track the tracks of your prey, and start hunting immediately".

Master Voda replied with a gesture, "Wait a moment, there is still an important ally who is not present. ”

I was shocked by what they were talking about: they were capable of tracking ships on subspace voyages?

I don't know if it was my surprise on his face or if he also had the ability to read minds, but the next moment I heard a message from him in my mind, "Don't make a fuss, kid. Even if a bird flies through the sky or a fish swims across the river, it will leave a trace for a moment, and although the stormy ocean is chaotic, the trail left by a target as large as a ship is still obvious to the skilled tracker. Also, welcome home, my child, it is a great pity not to have you to be one of us, but it is clear that you have served the Empire in a different way, and have not dishonored the sacred name of Mount Il. ”

"Salute to you, wise elder. I will do my best until I die. I saluted him respectfully.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the silent hall, and one could imagine a heavy steel giant striding towards him. Without any orders, the procession in the center of the hall silently parted to both sides, leaving a wide passageway.

"Aha, is this really a Space Marine's fortress monastery? It was pitch black and silent, like a haunt...... How strange do these people look at it...... Well, the group over there is quite glamorous, much more spacious than all of us......" A thunderous voice muttered to itself as footsteps got closer and closer.

Although there is no one to be seen in the dark, there is no need to ask, there is no one else except the space wolf.

After a few minutes, the man finally came out of the shadows and appeared in front of us. It was a burly warrior in iron-gray Terminator armor, without a helmet, with a scarred face and long gray hair, a heavy fur cloak and various ornaments hanging from his body, a twin bolt at his waist, a large power fist in one hand, and a huge battle axe on his back. This is a typical wild wolf. He was followed by four ordinary wolf soldiers and two mortals. One of the two mortals looked like a mortal soldier from Fenris, dressed in antique chain mail and fur clothes, with a blaster pistol and tomahawk around his waist, and the other was actually wearing the same Imperial Defense Force officer uniform as I did, and his epaulettes showed that he was also a lieutenant colonel.

I couldn't help but pay a little more attention to the officer. It was a great honor to be invited by the wolves, and it was rare for the defenders to receive this honor, and he must have shown enough bravery to make the wolves even shine. The man looked to be in his forties, not much athletic, slightly taller than me, with a blaster pistol and a power sword at his waist, and one arm noticeably longer than the other. His gaze looked around, more often focused on the well-armed group of Space Marines.

“…… It's finally time to get to the place......" The wild wolf led by him took a long breath, "Lao Tzu is Carl Wolf Mane, the senior wolf guard of the space wolf storm wolf in Dalian. Is there anyone who can talk here? Lao Tzu and more than forty brothers are trapped on the ship of the Red Pirates, if you can't find them, don't blame Lao Tzu for demolishing your tattered nest, this time it's not to accompany you to act! ”

The wolf officer's voice was no less than the roar of a cannon. He looked around for someone to talk to, and it was clear that he hadn't noticed Master Voda either.

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