Storm? Where did the storm come from inside the ship?

But this voice is familiar to me, it is that of the rune priest Flheim.

The wolves who followed Arslan's charge slowed down when they heard this sound, and Arslan stopped charging, but squatted on the ground with his legs bent, his wide and towering body like a small fortress. The wolves all crouched down beside Arslan and made a cover gesture normally only when artillery fire came, and beckoned me over.

As soon as I crouched down beside them, I noticed that the wind was blowing all around me, and it turned into a hurricane almost instantly. The rapid blowing air brought a sharp whistle, and everything was chaotic. The thick fog was quickly blown away, and the corpses scattered on the ground were thrown up from time to time. If we hadn't been hiding on the sheltered side of the dreadnought, we might have been blown away. I even heard the cacophony of steel grinding, and it seemed as if Arslan's ten-ton body of steel was also blown into motion. Looking at the way he staggered, I couldn't help but worry if he would fall down and hit me.

It's a near-confined space, and the fog won't be blown anywhere else, so how can it be blown away? With this question in mind, I looked closely and found that the fog had not been blown away, but had condensed into water and quickly frozen, and in a short time the ground had been covered with a thick layer of frost.

I see, in order to combat this hot and humid environment, my force field shield was naturally insulated, so I didn't feel it in this environment that had become dripping ice. Looking at my boots frozen on the floor, I guess it's already cooled to minus a few tens of degrees Celsius.

In this hurricane environment, the fluttering chaotic fireballs launched by the dreads naturally had no precision at all, and even the fears themselves were gradually slowed down due to the freezing of their bodies, and finally they could not move. A gust of wind blew, and the rotten meat that had been frozen and hardened fell to the ground, and it actually fell to pieces.

In just a few seconds, the low-level demons that gave me a headache had been slain.

At this point, I had already judged that this strange ice storm for no apparent reason was clearly the work of Velheim's summons. But does the use of psionic energy have such an effect? I've never heard of it in the Empire's psionic academy. Range-of-effect spells of this magnitude are beyond the realm of any psionic energy I know of, close to something that must never be mentioned—witchcraft!

However, although the space wolf is not as extreme as the Black Temple, it is also very hated for witchcraft, right? After all, the Thousand Sons Legion was destroyed in their hands......

The storm came and went as fast as I could, and it seemed that as soon as I was distracted, the wind stopped. Arslan stood up with a sound between his joints, and the wolves shook off the frost and snow from their bodies. On the other side of the cabin, Velheim was striding with two of his bodyguards.

At this time, there was no fog at all in this hall, and although the lights were dim, the occasional electric sparks from the exposed wires on the broken walls were enough to see clearly. The battlefield of the battle just ended was littered with fragments of frozen corpses, most of which had been shattered by small-caliber shells or flattened by the iron feet of dreadnought mechs, and with the exception of a few recognizable mortal corpses, many of which were filthy mutations produced by contamination by Chaos. These mutations may allow a person to gain more power temporarily, but in any case, they are not as powerful as the Space Marine, who has the Emperor's sacred genes and thousands of years of combat experience, not to mention the huge steel creation of the Dreadnought Mecha. In addition, there are a small number of corpses wearing power armor here, indeed berserkers from the World Eater Legion that I have seen before.

In addition, there are some naked Chaos Space Marines like the ones I've just seen in the hallways. However, these are clearly the ones who have failed to transform, their bodies have become unusually tall and strong, their faces are ugly and hideous, they have all kinds of wounds on their bodies, and they seem to be under multiple sieges including mutated pagans, world eaters, and wild wolves - what a strange creature that exists to provoke those who exist at the same time!

Arslan moved his movable joints one by one, including the barrel of the submachine gun, and turned around a few times to make sure that he had not suffered any damage in the ice storm before turning to Verheim, "I don't remember calling reinforcements, and besides, it's just a minor trouble here, and it's not worth using those forbidden powers." ”

"Even if it's a small problem, it can still get tricky if you don't solve it all the time. Lieutenant Colonel Ilshan would agree with me, wouldn't he? Velheim said, picking up his axe and slashing down a World Eater lying on the ground pretending to be dead and waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack, and struck a heretic with a wave of lightning to kill an infidel. The attendants behind him also raised their guns and refilled each of the relatively intact corpses.

Of course I agree. Fang Cai's ice storm not only dispelled the fog, but also drained the subspace energy that permeated the surrounding area. At this time, the surroundings were clear, and I felt that my psionic perception could extend far away, and I knew everything about it. The feeling of suddenly seeing the light of day after a long period of blindness is nothing short of pleasant.

"And, I'm here to solve a more important problem, in the next room. The storm only touched here in passing. Velheim added.

"What's going on?"

"Next door is the infirmary, with a complete set of Space Marine-modified equipment and a lot of genetic seeds looted by the Red Pirates. They're using a quick fix to create Chaos Space Marines, mostly worthless waste, of course. ”

"No wonder I find the layout here somewhat familiar, and it looks like a standard Space Marine assault cruiser. Then this is the training ground. Arslan said, "It's all settled?" ”

"But new problems have arisen." Velheim said in a deep voice, "It's a bit tricky, that's why I came to you for help, after all, I can't get more people out there." ”

"Something that even you're not sure you can handle...... I'd be really interested in seeing it! Arslan was in high spirits.

But I was not interested in going along. With the help of the restored psionic perception, I could already feel the horror of something not far away, an almost pure aggregate of chaotic energy, a twisted and crazy will, thirsting for blood and killing......

I've been in the military for more than ten years, and I don't seem to have seen a chaotic creature as powerful as this. The strength of this time is far from being comparable to the low-level demons of bloodletters and demon fears. Even if it's far away, even if it doesn't notice me, the power it possesses alone is enough to bring about incomparably oppressiveness!

The Great Devil? I can't help but think of the term, but I can't think of anything more. Any information about this kind of stuff is an absolute no-no!

Although I don't know how strong a real archdemon will be, I just guess that a rune priest, a dreadnought mech, and six relatively ordinary space marines should not be able to fight a single archdemon - rumored to be a single archdemon can destroy the entire world on its own.

I felt the slightest bit of fear...... Damn, who summoned such a horrible thing into the real world? The wizard you've seen before? It's not credible to say that the demon was attracted by blood and came running on its own - I had been through a much more tragic battlefield before, and it was often only bloodlettings or the like that that attracted me.

If it was just me, I could have turned around and walked away. But now the wolves are watching here, and even if they don't force me to charge with pistols like the commissars, the motivating effect they leave on my back when they walk in front is far greater than that of a dozen commissars—is it only you wolves who will fight to the death and not retreat when they meet the enemy?

This is the so-called sense of honor of a soldier, or to die to save face and suffer crimes.

Besides, it's not all hopeless...... Even if they can't handle it, I still have a lot of heavy shells to use. Retreating and then summoning artillery to scrub the floor has always been a common last resort for our defense forces.

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