Appearing without warning, leaving without saying a few words, this peculiar wolf team is really like a gust of wind. If it weren't for the fact that I had just been knocked into the wall and still had some faint pain, I would have thought that the moment was just my hallucination.

How can I say it, the appearance of the wild wolf disrupted all my previous plans at once. What I need right now seems to be not to make a new plan, but to take a break on the spot.

For the fierce warriors like the wild wolves, who can run wherever the enemies gather and dare to challenge more than forty people in three people, it seems that a plan is superfluous, and the battle is to find the enemy and kill all the enemies, so simple. I asked myself that my combat power has far surpassed that of ordinary space marines, and courage is also the best choice among mortals, but compared to space wolves, it is completely scum!

Now, I really want to lie down and sleep for half a day. I have just fought many battles in a row, and I have fought many battlefields, and the long-term and high-intensity battles have almost squeezed out my body and spirit, and my head is faintly swollen. Before, because we didn't have enough strong people on our side, I had to take on the heavy responsibility, but now the wild wolf has come to take the lead, and finally I have the opportunity to be lazy. And this cabin has both air and gravity, which is a rare luxury on the Melved Picker. Although the big machines were humming, it was still much quieter than the continuous artillery fire on the battlefield, and as for the corpses on the ground...... Sleeping on the corpse of an enemy is a man's romance!

So I made up my mind. But before it falls, there are still some work problems that need to be explained. After all, no matter how strong the wolf is, it still needs someone to cooperate in the battle, and Ashwarya is still waiting for me outside the cabin.

I dialed the communicator to Captain Vane's band, "Captain, we're about to take the bridge." Take your people and receive them. ”

I almost repeated exactly what the wolf had told me. As for the possibility of failure...... They are wild wolves, and the possibility of failure does not need to be considered.

However, after waiting for a long time, no one replied. Then I noticed the monotonous rustle in the communicator, which seemed to be broken.

"Lieutenant Colonel, when the wolf teleported here, it aroused a strong Iempi effect, and some of the poorly protected components on our bodies were burned...... Ah Da said.

"Say something I understand!"

"The energy from the subspace caused the displeasure of the mechanical spirits." Ah Da immediately changed his tune.

I see, how is this good? It's a vacuum outside, and if the communicator breaks, you'll have to rely on gestures and eye contact.

So I switched to psionic communication and sent that message to Captain Vane, and he replied immediately.

Through the two sealed doors, I can see outside with psionic vision. In that short moment, there was also a small battle outside, two Chaos Space Marines planned to take advantage of the darkness to launch a sneak attack on our convoy, but I don't know if their infiltration skills were not up to par or our side was sensitive enough, the enemy was discovered before they could enter the distance suitable for using hot melt guns and armor-piercing bombs, and the high-powered searchlights and tracer bullets immediately marked their location, followed by the Sentinel Mecha and the Chimera Chariot to splash the rainstorm barrage over, tearing them to pieces in an instant. By the time the Riemannus Tank slowly turned its main gun, the mechanical priest had already gotten out of the car to clean up the battlefield.

It seems that they can play well without me. I relieved myself and instructed Ah Da: "You go out, lead them to join Captain Vane's men, and then go to the bridge together." ”

"What about you?"

"I'll go first and wait for you on the bridge."

Ah Da received the order, and opened the hatch with a few soft mechanical tentacles and went out. I remembered the location of the bridge and teleported - as early as the wolf teleported away, the psionic fluctuations that erupted on the other end had marked the location of the bridge for me.

The teleportation was smooth, I was just a flash in front of my eyes, and in an instant my vision changed to the familiar bridge of the Melved Picker, and at the same time there was a large gray steel hand holding a lightning bolt. The rune priest Velheim was looking at me warily, and when he could make out who I was, he waved away the lightning.

The bridge was very different from the last time I came here. The bright lights before were completely extinguished, and the dozens of dashboards on the side of the control platform also stopped working, looking dead silent, if you don't consider the few dim emergency lights, then the rune priest who is full of electric light is the only luminous body in the huge space. And the disturbing thing is that although there is still air here, the gravity is gone, and the feeling of not being able to keep your feet on the ground makes people feel a little weak.

"What are you doing here? We don't have enough people to take care of you. "After realizing that it was me, the wolf's psyker didn't bother to look at me, but lowered his head to study the thing on the ground. I took a closer look and saw that it was a teleportation locator again.

"Soon you will find out that I don't need to take care of you, and maybe I can take care of you in turn." Wild wolves like to brag and hate modesty, and I'm happy to do what I like.

Soon my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and by the light of the rune priests, I could see the corpses of the Chaos Space Marines lying on the ground, and roughly deduce what had happened: the arrival of the wolves sent a hurricane-like shockwave through the traitorous crowd that knocked them all away, and then the rain of heavy bolts and bullets chased them one by one. More than twenty corpses, at least ten of them were shot in the head, some were broken by bullets and then dismembered by chainsaws, and one or even the entire cuirass was smashed flat, and the flesh was squeezed into a viscous slurry spray everywhere - strange, the wolf squad didn't carry heavy melee weapons like powered war hammers. What's even more strange is that there are five bodies next to each other that are actually intact, and there are no scars on their bodies. But it wasn't surprising to smell the heavy smell of charred corpses in the air, and to see the lightning that swirled around Flheim.

The number of corpses does not match the number of enemies. Listening to the occasional gunshots in the corridors outside, I guessed that some of the enemy had fled, or that they weren't all huddled in the bridge at first.

And Velheim had a sad face, and he didn't feel at all relieved after slaughtering the enemy.

"What's going on?"

"Well, there's something wrong." Furheim said with a solemn expression, "Our battle cruiser, Stormfang, has not yet left the subspace, and I am the only psyker on board. I thought they could continue to track the enemy's signals to get here, but before I could go into battle, I destroyed the beacon in a moment of excitement. And this, there isn't enough power here to drive it. The enemy is a lot of people gathered together to use power packs as power, and we don't have that many of them. If we can't send a strong enough subspace signal to summon the Fang of the Wind, it will follow its intended route back to Fenris. ”

"In that case, we won't have more reinforcements, well......" is really troublesome.

"It's not a question of reinforcements, it's a question of how we're going to get home after this battle. I'm thinking, if you're not busy, we'll need to requisition your ship. ”

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