The three Space Wolf warriors, one of whom held a huge blaster in one hand and a chainsaw sword in the other, were at the forefront of the group. I recognized him as a Grey Hunter, the equivalent of a member of the Sacred Warband's tactical squad. At the end of the walk was a long-fanged, heavy fireman with a huge heavy explosive machine gun, a huge ammunition backpack, a longer beard than the others, and a pendant made of a string of teeth on his chest. Unlike other warbands that stick a nail in their heads every 100 years to keep track of their service, the Wolf's unique way of commemorating them is to pull out their iconic pair of fangs and hang them on their bodies, and the number of that man's teeth indicates that he has been a Space Marine for at least three hundred years - for other warbands, it is likely that such an old warrior would have become a company commander or some other important role.

What really caught my attention the most was the guy in the middle of their line. He was armed with a large, double-edged battle axe that was longer than his height, and the dazzling electric light on it indicated that it was a master-level power weapon, but it was not the unconventional weapon that really stood out, but himself. His armor was carved with mystical runes, and I could discern the supernatural power within. It's not your average Space Marine, it's a powerful psyker!

The psykers in the regular warbands are called think tank curators, and the unique title among the wolves seems to be called rune priests...... I'm completely unfamiliar with this kind of role. Unlike psykers like me, who are only insignificant auxiliary positions in the defense forces, the Think Tank Curator is a very central leader in a warband, and rarely appears directly on the battlefield. After all these years of service, this is the first time I've seen a psyker among Space Marines!

This rune priest doesn't deliberately hide his powers like Add's. After appearing in real space, it seemed that with just one breath, the huge psionic energy that stunned me was unleashed unleashed, forming a shield of lightning and storm around his body, making him look like a god who controlled thunder. Under normal circumstances, psionics are very taboo to do this, and excessive use of psionic energy will increase the chance of losing control, and it will also cause the subspace to covet the ghosts - but this rune priest can even do such a rebellious thing as walking in the subspace in the flesh, and those life-and-death issues for us are really easier for him than breathing.

The first time I saw the space wolves, my long-tense mood suddenly relaxed. This is the habitual thinking of our defense forces - the Space Marines are on the scene, and the battle will soon be over. Don't look like it's just three people, although the number of Space Marines is scarce, they will never be less than this, their battleship must be not far away, and more battle teams will be deployed here soon. Moreover, the team that can have a rune priest is definitely not small.

Of the large, complex, and mysterious group of the Interstellar Marines, the Space Wolves may not be the most powerful and powerful - the Ultramarines are said to be larger - but they are definitely the most individual, and the most well-known among mortal soldiers. On the one hand, because the Riemannus Tank, which is popular with all the defense forces, is named after the genoplasm of the Space Wolf, and on the other hand, thanks to the Imperial Ministry of Culture and Propaganda, a copy of "Son of Fenris" has been widely distributed in the Empire, so that countless people have known the Space Wolf has a young wolf master named Ragnar Blackmane.

Space Wolves' home planet, Fenris, is also in the Hazy Star Field, near the Eye of Fear, not very far from the fortress world of Kadian, and their sheer size allows them to disperse into many fleets to attack everywhere, so the chances of showing up on the battlefield are quite high. I've worked with them in two of the battles I've been through. At first glance, the Wolves may seem violent, savage, and undisciplined compared to the standard warbands that follow the Astarte Codex, and it is said that the upper echelons of the Empire do not like them very well because of this, but as a warrior on the front lines, I have seen firsthand their bravery, fearlessness, and loyalty. The other warbands have a more or less self-proclaimed superiority attitude - of course, this is not wrong, any interstellar warband has this qualification in the face of mortals - it seems that only wild wolves, as long as their cousins on the battlefield are approved by them, they will be treated like real brothers. According to some unreliable gossip, the wolf even has a record of not hesitating to turn against the Inquisition or other high-ranking forces in order to protect the defense forces that have fought side by side. In this indifferent world, this has to be said to be a miracle.

Thinking of this, the injuries on my body caused by their arrival are no longer so painful. I struggled to my feet and greeted them, "Welcome to my hunting grounds, warriors of Fenris, sons of honorable Ruth. ”

Dealing with other warbands, if you are not looking for death in such a fight, at least it is boring to ask for yourself. However, there is no need to pay attention to so many etiquette issues with wild wolves, strength is the only thing they value. If I pretend to be modest with my strength, they will think that it is hypocritical.

Entering an unfamiliar environment rashly, even a brave warrior like the Space Wolf has no interest in greeting him. The two normal people looked a little surprised by their demeanor - the so-called normal people are people other than psionics, even if they are not mortals, as if this cabin is not to their taste, and because they did not confirm my identity, both guns did not leave my direction at all times, their eyes staring at me while looking around, and Grey Hunter also turned over the corpses on the ground with his feet to examine them. On the other side, Ah Da was let go because he no longer moved, and there was no weapons and equipment on his body revealed. The rune priest just squinted and glanced at me, then closed his eyes and looked up, as if in a meditative state, but I felt a chill all over my body, as if I had seen through it completely. Fortunately, it was just a probing gaze, and there was no hostility.

After a few moments, the Rune Priest woke up from his meditation and opened his eyes to look at me, "I am the Storm Wolf of the Space Wolf Warband, the Dalian Rune Priest Flheim Eye of the Storm. We're tracking the Crimson Pirates' teleportation beacons. Where is this? Who are you? ”

Hearing this, his two comrades-in-arms invariably lowered their guns in their hands, and I was truly relieved. No matter how much I can pretend, it's always uncomfortable to be held at gunpoint by two wild wolves. Fortunately, their psionic beings were really eye-catching, and they were so quick to confirm my position, and even gave me the status of an equal dialogue. If it were another warband, they would only give orders as soon as they came up, and no one knew how to introduce themselves first.

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