"Uh...... This is the ...... of our regiment," Arslan wanted to introduce me.

In fact, I can tell that the huge beast in front of me is a wolf - at least it looks like a wolf. However, while the creatures from Fenris seem to be one size bigger than the average one, they aren't that much worse, right? The biggest frost wolf I've ever seen in Sogan was about waist tall, and this Fenris wolf was shoulder-level with me, a few points bigger than a normal horse. It was a majestic man, with thick and powerful limbs, scarlet eyes, baring fangs, and the same monoscopic lens monitor on one eye. Its body is covered in scarred, heavy metal armor, adorned with fragmentary pendants in the style of wolf soldiers, and a wide saddle sheath on its back—I scare it, this thing can be used as a mount for a Space Marine?

I turned off the picture on the monitor, switched back to battlefield mode, and looked through the lenses, and the system marked the beast as a friendly army, and I could still tell its name by guò from the space wolf, Hafener, and annotated as Hoffler's mount. Look at the wolf soldier lying on the ground and being dragged away by the wolf, it is indeed Hovle.

Considering the difficulty of supplying the soldiers who had landed earlier, Arslan's man-in-man brought not only ammunition boxes, but also a lot of medicines. At this moment one of the servants stepped forward, took off Hofler's helmet, and injected a cartridge of potion into his neck, but after waiting for a while, he showed no signs of improvement.

I looked a little and found out what was going on with Hoffler. His armor was torn, but the damage to his body was also extremely severe. Both of his hearts were weak and weak, and he had lost a lot of blood and injured his internal organs in many places. These injuries were enough to kill a normal human ten times, but they didn't seem to be enough to bring down a Space Marine, who seemed to be unconscious because of the powerful mental impact on his head.

"Wizard ......" I immediately remembered the terrible opponent I had seen not long ago. I didn't expect that guy to be hit head-on by Thunderhawk's main gun, not only did he not die, but he could also cause us such a big trouble.

"There are also some mutated creatures contaminated by chaos, a lot." Dreadnought said. Arslan is not psionic like I am, but his powers of observation and experience are far superior to mine.

He ordered the wolf Haffelgar to take his wounded comrades to the bridge, and beckoned me to continue on the road, towards the narrow fork in the road where Haffelgel had just come.

The initial stretch of the road was peaceful, having been cleared by wolves and by Fenris's mortal soldiers a second time. There are occasional sporadic mutilated corpses on the ground, most of them still appear to be normal humans, and a few have mutated, growing disgusting things like tentacles, claws, and horns. Along the way, bored Fenris soldiers could be seen at various forks in the road and at the door of the cabin, and it was evident that they did not like the task at hand, and urgently needed someone who could speak to lead them to the front, and the noble Venerable Venerable was clearly such a man of great weight. But Arslan has his worries, even the regular space wolf warriors, and elite veterans such as the giant wolf cavalry, are seriously injured in the battle, and letting ordinary soldiers rush in is just to die in vain.

After walking for a while, the hallway was completely dark. The area was devastated by the fighting, with walls devastated and sparks flickering from many broken electrical circuits, as well as the destruction of many water supply lines, and the accumulation of water on the ground, making it impossible for mortal troops to garrison the area. Moreover, the chaotic energy here has also begun to gather abnormally, like an ominous black curtain shrouded all around, and in this environment, those creatures that have been polluted by chaos can easily escape my psionic perception. If it weren't for Arslan and his servants turning on the headlights, I would have been in a disadvantageous situation of being deprived of my senses.

"Beware, I smell the enemy......" Arslan, who was walking in front of me, began to slow down and look around warily. I didn't pay attention, and I almost crashed into it again. Due to the narrow corridors, we couldn't move side by side.

You've been transformed into a completely mechanical creation, and you still have the nose of a wolf?

I also felt a chill run in the back of my head, and my instinct told me that there were not only enemies nearby, but that I was likely to be the first target. It's not surprising that enemies lurking in the dark are often impossible to carry large anti-armor weapons and pose no threat to a large man like the Dreadnought, so I'm the weakest-looking mortal......

Suddenly, Arslan's footsteps stopped completely, and the two servants behind him also stood still and shot the lights forward. Taking advantage of this momentary relative silence, I heard the sound of stagnant water not far away, and the enemy was approaching us. As I listened further and tried to discern more information, the silence was broken, and Arslan's submachine gun roared into two short bursts, the echo of the cannon echoing back and forth in the narrow corridor even more deafening. With the flash of the ballistic fire, I could vaguely see a tall, naked figure standing up from the stagnant water and lunging towards us not far in front of us, all the while making nimbly dodging movements. The few shells fired by Arslan all hit the wall, and none of them hit.

In the blink of an eye, the enemy was close to the point where he had to deal with it in close combat. Arslan also strode forward, swinging his thunderous power claws to attack head-on, but the enemy did not give him a chance to fight head-on. He shrank sharply, rolling in a clump of huddles, dodging the power claws and burrowing between the dreadnought's legs, heading straight at me.

I had barely enough time to react and I didn't even have time to activate the power field when he came to grab me by the ground. With his span longer than my leg and the terrifying power imaginable, he could tear me in two almost instantaneously if he grabbed my other foot.

Time has not had time to perform any psionic skills, but my swordsmanship, which has been honed thousands of times, has also been used to the extreme at this time. The first swept across the arm where he had grabbed my ankle, severing most of the muscles and ligaments without hindrance, leaving him unable to exert any further force to knock me down, followed by a whirling sword slashing at his neck, insufficient charge to decapitate him, but the splatters of blood slammed my face. The carotid artery was severed, and the dizziness of the guide zhì greatly delayed his movements, and I became more and more excited, reversing the hilt of the sword, holding the sword with both hands and stabbing him in the chest!

However, this inevitable heart-piercing sword was somewhat unexpected, and it was blocked. The chest of this large foe is not an ordinary rib, but a plate-like structure, like a layer of armor hidden under the skin, perfectly protecting the organs in the chest cavity from the blows of small arms.

You must know that the power swords issued by the empire for the army, even if they are only the lowest-end ordinary goods, are made of fine alloy steel, and even if the power field is not turned on, it is enough to cut the bones of any ordinary human with all their might. There is only one possibility for this situation to arise, and the opponent is a Space Marine! Only Space Marines have high-strength bones that are better than steel, and only Space Marines have this plate-like rib structure called the Black Carapace!

But aren't the Chaos Space Marines on this ship almost exhausted in previous landing operations? When the space wolves first swept up, they didn't encounter a few Red Pirates......

At this time, the situation does not allow me to think and hesitate. If one sword fails, another sword will do. I'm not even going to kill the heavily armed Chaos Space Marines, and I'm afraid you'll be able to make it out of you, a naked and defenseless fellow? But just as I activated the power sword's force field to deliver the fatal blow, he had recovered from his initial dizziness - just as there was more than one heart, and the space marine's carotid artery was not only one—and the injured arm had regained a little mobility, and with a violent twist it threw me to the ground. But he couldn't attack any further, and the two servants behind me fired a series of shots from their blaster pistols, temporarily pushing him back.

Even if it's just a pistol, the explosive pistol is a powerful weapon with a caliber of nearly twenty millimeters after all, and at such a close distance, even if you are wearing power armor, you have to choose to take shelter for the time being, and a mere layer of black carapace can't stop it. But they were just ordinary mechanical slaves, with only one pistol for self-defense, and their firepower was not comparable to that of a heavy loader. I regret that Ah Da is not around, and with his dense and accurate firepower, he can beat that guy into a honeycomb with a single shot, and I will not end up in such a wet wolf situation.

At this time, Arslan in front of him had also turned around, and several headlights shone on the enemy in unison, illuminating this section of the corridor in detail. Without the cover of darkness and surrounded by us on both sides, no matter how nimble he reaches out, death is only a matter of time.

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