The galaxy is burning, and every imperial power is of extraordinary value at this moment, and if it is really necessary to distinguish the importance and the second among those who sacrifice and fight, then the silver giant barge and its master that flashes in the void at this moment must be of extraordinary importance.

The lifelike behemoth stands at the bow of its ship, the fangs of the wolf, and the honor of the Crimson Moon Dalian rests on it, this ancient warship that has endured the battle of the beasts and the revenge of its fallen brother Magnus and is still standing.

As one of the 12 Dalian Space Wolves, he has a considerable honor, and this number used to be 13, until the Werewolf Dalian chased a thousand characters into subspace during the Great Rebellion, and its existence and runes were erased, leaving only a gray vacancy on the Great Ring.

And the ancient warship was advancing, they had sunk into the deepest part of the void, and the cold aura was surrounding it, darkening the ship made of pure gold and terracotta, and inside the ancient lady, in the hall, the fangs were making another declaration, a hunting advice, and a word.

The culture on Fenrion has turned it into a place of sculptures, runes, warriors, blades and fangs, complete the brutal Wolf Spiral, the strongmen of the trials of Kaimo, the Bloodclaws, and the warriors they admire, the Celestial Claws, to the oldest veterans who can chase back millennia, the Fangs.

And the poor lone wolf, the last survivor of his squad, the space wolf who had no concept of reformation, such a lonely man led several Fenrien wolves, the fierce beasts with their fur at first, thick dark chains that swayed incessantly in the hungry appearance of their drool, leaving a restless music in this wolf hall.

In this quaint, long, terrifying hall, the Rune Priest sings the Battle Song, Gunnar. Red Moon, the warrior who bears the name of the Behemoth, walked into the upper hall in the crowd of brothers, his body taller and larger than the other brothers, his long and beautiful blonde hair, like a space wolf by looking at his face, more like a handsome model or the darling of a nobleman.

But there is no doubt that no one in this galaxy dares to command the wolf lord as his own mechant, let alone Gunnar. Red Moon is a veritable beast, the most ferocious hunter and the most powerful of the first wolves.

His weapon was a long, terrifying heavy storm gun, silver-white painted and in the shape of a giant beast on it, a giant bear under the red moon and howling in anger.

It is one of Fenrien's oldest beasts, the embodiment of many fears, and its incarnation is, Gunnar. Red Moon, the head wolf of the Space Wolves, the Wolf Lord, the Bloody Fireoutpourer, his hungry fanged veterans.

The space wolf does not respect the Astarte Holy Codex, and there is no so-called warband concept, and there is no upper limit to each of its Dalian people, but the perennial war has also made its number insufficient, and the choice of taking turns to be responsible for the duties of the head wolf according to the Great Ring also makes the 12 Dalian equal.

In other words, he is one of the most powerful people in the entire galaxy, comparable to the existence of the High Lord of Terra, the leader of the Astarte War of the Great Expeditionary Time.

The noble Grand Governor spoke. "We are close to our goal, those ugly traitors are about to be judged, the great primordial body is guiding us, we are about to show our fangs, the wolves are hunting, our target is the traitor Red Pirates, but also be aware that we in Dalian once served an ancient mission." His words changed sharply.

"It was a bad fate during the Great Expedition, and according to our oldest documents, there was once a monster called Rangdan who was sealed in this area by us, relying on the psionic chaos of the terrifying subspace magic near the Maelstrom and the ancient runes of Fenrion to suppress that being."

"Some time ago, our Rune Priest felt that the seal had broken, and that monster is a mimic worm alien with a good intelligence and can hide itself, so every warrior needs to wear a helmet and use the infrared light in the eye indicator to find those existences."

This sentence made the group of wildlings lose their momentum a lot, they thought that not wearing a helmet would give them a better sense of the bloody wind and carnage of the battlefield, and at the same time help them adapt to the battlefield more quickly, unless the battle situation required it, they preferred to taste the touch of the enemy's blood moistening their cheeks.

Space Marine's flesh is their greatest defense, and the Emperor has given them the ability to defend against many terrible pollution and demagoguery, so that the space wolf's attitude towards battle can remain savage on Fenrion in this crazy galaxy, and at this point, a few stubborn fanged veterans raised their plasma guns covered with runes and fangs, and the muzzle of the muzzle was covered with beast hair, and spoke.

"Gunnar, stop, neither humans nor aliens can escape my nose, you know!" He wanted to get the privileges, which were usually valid, and the Dalian Governor was very tolerant of the old soldiers, but this time he shook his head.

"It is necessary to make sure, those things do not exist to take off the helmet, I have seen those old records, Jean Dan's tenacity and terror are not enemies we can relax, we have dealt with traitor space marines, we have dealt with greenskins, eldars, all kinds of enemies, but Jean Dan is different, they are not individuals, but groups, they are more like beasts than intelligent creatures, they are also beasts, and they are also wolves."

He thought about it for a moment. "No, they're worker bees, they're ants, but the numbers are terrifying, and when enough for Dan to gather, the ability they produce won't be weaker than an empire's fearful aliens!"

"Secondly, we must protect the Skadians, not only because they have great fighting power among mortals, but also because they are ......," he said, his face frozen, and his voice serious.

"They have a pretty good military cook, and I've asked the Fortress Lords we've passed by about the reviews of his cuisine, and those mortals are stupid but have picky tongues, and they don't taste bad! And as far as they can tell, that person's food is enough for us to cry and drink! ”

When the company commander's words ended, those soldiers subconsciously swallowed their saliva, that's right, the Crimson Moon, the great beast has always loved only two things, one is to completely crush and kill the enemy with firepower, and the other is delicious, to be precise, a banquet, a delicious banquet.

Gunnar. Red Moon is one of the best of the best, he is one of the famous foodies of the Space Marines, and he is also a funny bard, who inherits the madness and power of the behemoth, and he also inherits the other side of the bear, which loves to play and eat.

It may be a bit counterintuitive, but in addition to being great warriors, Space Marines are also geniuses beyond the capabilities of mortals, they are not only powerful, but also intelligent, and their willpower beyond mortals and modified brains make them full of wisdom.

And when the Grand Governor spoke about the details of the banquet and the food, those Space Marines decided to completely settle the heresy and the alien after they had finished living with their comrades with ale and barbecue.

They also approached the outer side of N'Angeli Harbor, and when they first saw the giant ship in the distance, the Ark of Omens drifting in the void like a terrible Frisbee of Hell, they realized that the war here was far greater than they had imagined.

Gunnar. Red Moon sensed an abnormal aura, and he used the ship's external sensors to zoom in a few times on the distant images that even Superhuman Space Marines couldn't see clearly with the naked eye, and then the huge wound of the giant ark that was completely pierced appeared like the planet's equator had been torn apart.

Gunnar. Red Moon subconsciously said to the oldest and smartest rune priest here. "Teacher, look, this is? Traces of the Nova Cannon?" He subconsciously thought of the most powerful space-based weapon in the history of the empire, which was powerful enough to be comparable to the direct hit of dozens of plasma torpedoes, a huge caliber of tens of meters above, and how a ground city could be turned into ashes just by a hit.

But the old Space Marine's mouth was not spoken, but he looked carefully at the traces in the blurred green hologram, and then squirmed his dry mouth, his eyes suddenly turned pale blue, and the storm surrounded him, which was similar to the perception of the Star Whisperer, but his was obviously more powerful.

After a moment, he hesitated for a moment, then replied. "Volcano Cannon."

Gunnar. Red Moon showed an expression of disbelief, and then quickly relieved, if it was a volcano cannon, it would definitely be able to cause such a wound, but if that kind of thing wanted to reach the level of a space-based weapon, it would definitely require an extremely rare large whole piece of rare crystal, whose value could be measured more than just money, in other words, the mortals here had the defensive power of the fortress star sector that any empire had built with all its might.

And he also realizes that this time he will get the war he imagined, a legend that belongs to him, which can fill his poetry, and at the same time reward him with a feast that is delicious enough, as long as the original body blesses, everything will go well.

He squinted at the glittering Ngilli Harbor in the distance, and at this moment it seemed that this behemoth's artificial void platform was no longer the cold and pitiful human creation, but a real place full of fun.

"Jean Dan, the Red Pirates, the Destruction Eagle Warband and the Mortal Legion, how many surprises are there here, I don't want my warriors to leave, but I can't help but throb in my heart, asking how many Astartes in this world don't want to fight to the death, and then proudly shout to the emperor how many aliens and traitors have I killed?"

But the old rune priest spoke. "Everything here is in an extreme and faint distorted balance, the Empire, the Red Pirates, Jean Dan, complete a small and interesting balance, if we land, it can cause the balance to be destroyed, and then everything is destroyed in the gravity of chaos and disorder, leaving only the void of nothingness."

Gunnar. Red Moon replied. "But what's the difference between the meaningless killing of the three parties and the nothingness of death, teacher?"

The old rune priest looked at the determined warrior, licked his dry mouth, and said. "You are very similar to the previous wolf, wildness, reason, desire and restraint all appear in one person, but you are different from him, you like the so-called poetry and romance, chasing those ethereal dreams in this cruel dark universe."

"But I have to admit that your chase is not worthless, on the contrary, those things can keep you alive enough to not fall, so I believe that your humanity can once again guide you to break this dark universe of despair."

Gunnar. Red Moon bowed slightly, this is not the etiquette of Space Marines or Fenrion, but his favorite ancient ritual festival, he is more like a unique personality and dancing playboy than the warrior and head wolf of the space wolf, but this does not mean that he is frivolous and vulnerable, nor does it mean that he is not wild and crazy.

He was Gunnar. The Red Moon, the most terrifying beast in the universe, is the gluttonous giant that swallows the souls that have fallen from the countless hells, and it is also the dashing nobleman who represents the Scarlet Moon, and at this moment complicated feelings flashed in his pale golden eyes, and when the captain on the control point spoke.

"Gunnar. Red Moon, Head Wolf, I found a traitor warship, according to the information in the database, it should be an ancient Holy Blood Angel warship, but it was stolen by the traitor Holy Blood Angel Vengar 300 years ago, and now it belongs to the Red Pirates, Traitor. ”

The mighty Space Marine asked. "A fallen battleship? What is its state and where is it? ”

The captain transferred the data, and then answered. "It has been badly damaged by the Empire, and its gaps are constantly flying out of the bodies of dead mortals, I think the enemy has abandoned this battleship, and we have detected a strange purple substance that fills the gap in the outer armor of Ngilli Harbor in front of the battleship like a plastic gel, do you want to send a probe?"

Gunnar. Red Moon said. "They're in Enjili, damned traitors, to get the probes up close to the matter, and let the mortal auxiliaries start cleaning up the enemy's warships, repairing them, and try to get this ancient barge back into the arms of the Empire, remembering to clean up the badly corrupted mechs, and if conditions allow, let the Techno-Sages completely replace its core and the Contemplative array."

The captain went into action, and he made a resounding Aquila to affirm the captain's command, while the task of recovering the ship and detecting the strange breach began, and Gunnar. Red Moon just looked at the ancient battleship and activated the communication with the Imperial Guard.

After a short wait, he saw the man in the hologram, a young, energetic warlord with black hair and pupils, wearing the uniform of an Imperial Guard general.

"Your Excellency Alan Byer, I have heard of the great name for a long time, the Aquila Ceremony is not necessary, compared to those complicated rituals, I have found a gap in the invasion of the Red Pirates, if nothing else, we can help you clean up that rotten wound."

"If nothing else, those traitors will soon collapse and ......," he asked with a stern expression.

"Has Jean Dan recovered?"

Alan Baier sighed at this moment, he had already received the captain's information, and nodded affirmatively. "I think they've come back to life......"

(End of chapter)