The fangs and necklaces around Barnard's neck kept clashing against each other as he fought, and his chained dog tore apart the clay steel, which could be called invincible to mortals, and obsessively enjoyed the rotten flesh of the corpses of the traitor Astarte, and his battle was very noisy, like a wild war cry.

This made the Destruction Eagles from the same savage world feel like they had seen the boundless wilderness of their homeland, with eagles roaring, beasts howling, the smell of hormones and the smell of hunting blood.

It was as if they had returned to their tribes, once again raising their spears, skinning their prey, roasting the meat, making their livers into sauces, and wrestling with the cruelty of nature once again.

At the same time, Barnard also relied on this symphony to ensure that he could get the information he wanted through his nose, ears, and touch at all times, and that his beasts that were biting, crackling and swaying, and that his beasts were like eyes derived from him, providing him with an accurate target, more reliable and accurate than the so-called eyes.

The thick fur of the Fenrien wolves is comparable to the armor of a space marine, those worms are difficult to break through, their sensitive sense of smell allows them to subjectively avoid the worms entering their eyes and mouths, and their agile speed and strength are enough to tear apart enemies like Astarte, and in Fenrien, they are not the best in the food chain......

It may be hard for anyone who lives in a warm and temperate world to imagine what the Fenrian people would have to face in order to survive, and when Barnard walked over to the dying corpse of his enemy, picked up the shotgun, fired it, and turned the worm-infested body into a mess of mud, he opened the magazine of the shotgun and put a few polished dagger-sized fangs into it.

These are the teeth of the apex predators of the Fenrion Dragon's Sea, the sea dragon is the size of a legendary monster, the teeth alone are the thickness of a mortal's forearm, it is as large as a ship, and its presence will set off the mighty waves of the endless sea, and then engulf the mortal soul, turning it into its own energy.

Its fangs are also particularly effective, and when fired by a special shotgun projectile, this special projectile will turn into countless tiny fragments that will disperse after hitting an enemy, turning into fragments that are too small for the Space Marine to see, covering the target like a net, and then turning the opposite side into a mass of flesh with its sharpness and impact.

And every time Barnard has the opportunity to return to Fenrien, he will challenge to cross the sea of dragons, and in this way, he will get the opportunity to go to Valhalla, or sleep in the deep sea, and be completely robbed of his soul.

He would set up his sails and go to his death, to do what was also a death act in the eyes of Fenrien's most experienced warriors, to challenge a giant beast, he would climb up to the body of the beast, and even if he was pulled into the sea, he would still find its eyeballs impartially, pry open its eyelids, and pour the sharp harpoon into it completely, and the behemoth would have a belly full in the roar of the sea dragon and the cheers of the surrounding tribes.

Then hundreds of mortals would turn into large ships and pull this behemoth away, and he would only take the dragon's teeth as his trophies, and the rest of the flesh and blood, enough to match the scales of armor, and the dragon's secretions worth thousands of gold, he would not take anything.

And when he returns to Fenrion every time and begins a challenge, the interval between time may be hundreds of years, so that many coastal tribes regard him as a legendary hero, and even in the praise of many bards and the chaotic subspace influence and Fenrion's special method of time calculation, many Fenrian people consider him to be a special being.

Coupled with the fact that the average life expectancy of Fenrian is about 50 years in a standard Terra year, it becomes more difficult to pass on culture and records.

This mess made his presence somewhat of the god of the sea of the coastal tribes, and although he was not a real god, every mortal would send someone to shout Barnard from the side of the ship. The name of St. Bit came to try to cross the ocean, hoping that the behemoths would understand the specific meaning of the warrior's name, and that the monsters would retreat.

And taking a step back, even if you put aside the meaningless prayers and deeds in the mouths of mortals, this lonely, death-begging old wolf is the most feared existence for the enemies of the Empire, and he and his guide dogs slaughtered the place in less than half an hour, including the Jean Dans, who the Empire had been completely unable to effectively solve before.

This is a realistic emptying, unlike the deaths caused by the constant fighting in other areas that cause the worms to parasitize again, when the Destroying Eagle Astarte Master realizes that he may be the breakthrough in the whole battle, the psionic think tank non-commissioned officer speaks to this strange Astarte after wiping the blood from his armor.

"Master Chief of the Fourth Company of the Destruction Eagle, it's a pleasure to meet you, brother."

The old wolf had no emotion, he just raised his head and smelled the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield, he could feel the artillery fire, the roar, the wail, and the expansion of the alien again and again, he was like a prescient prophet, finding his way from his own experience and perception.

"You, boy, you're not bad, you should have some command rights, so bring the members of the Destruction Eagle Warband that you can command, use a lot of explosives like fragmentation mines, and call the Imperial Guard to prepare artillery strikes and use high-explosive shells like lion-tailed scorpions."

"Those so-called Jean Dan lack the resistance to squeeze, a dense high-explosive bombardment is enough to clear the area, and finally prepare to attack the right side of the battle line with me, we will carry out a round outflanking across half of the fortress, and then use a dense bombardment to completely end this short-term front crisis."

Master Chief was a little incredible, he was called "The Kid"? He had served the Empire for 600 years this year, and was almost the core of the core of the warband, but when he saw the wrinkles on the cheeks of the eyeless old man and his skillful fighting, he realized that the beast was qualified to be called that.

He asked uneasily. "What are you going to do?!"

The old wolf replied. "Use explosives to completely block the enemy's access to the fortress, block them, and then the pressure of war will come to let Dan and the Red Pirates bite each other, and we only need to use a few explosives to blow up the wall next to the gap in the fortress, and the rubble will block the entire entrance, giving us time to support Dalian."

"Why don't you just kill those Jeans?" Master Chief asked.

"Because they don't die, they're not normal creatures, they're made up of twisted monsters, even if we domine the enemies within this range, the next battle won't necessarily be easy, it's better to wait for support than for us and Jean Dan to lose both." The old wolf's sensitivity to the battlefield was quite terrifying, and he analyzed the battle situation based on experience and existing intelligence just by skipping this brutal battlefield.

The Master Chief had to agree, and began to try to form an assault force of Space Marines, ready to tear through the enemy's defenses.

Under the attack of the enemy like a storm, this squad of soldiers who were ordered to be ordered in danger was also successfully formed, and the remaining Astarte was less than forty people, they brought enough weapons and equipment, ammunition and explosives, and everyone was ready to sacrifice to continue the battle, which is to destroy the eagle and live to die.

The Space Marines don't need the cumbersome announcements and so-called morale-boosting of mortals, they just move forward like uniform puppets without saying a word, and wait until they reach the war zone and scatter again, shuttling through the trenches and death battlefields in standard tactical postures.

They need to try to break through to the right side, and at the same time as they need to get out of cover to face the same number of enemies as they are, and there are a large number of dead Imperial Guards to help, although Dan lacks weapons and equipment, but their fear of death and thirst for fresh flesh is more terrifying than any weapon.

As Master Chief and some of his brothers left the bunker dug by the Imperial Guard, several heavy shells flew in, and he nimbly ran over the heavy projectiles, the blast wave of the explosion flipped over his armor, and the fragments danced in front of his sight indicator.

At the same time, he dropped smoke bombs one by one, creating a smoke screen corridor for his comrades after the thick smoke erupted, providing them with the few cover they had to avoid the heavy fire threat of the enemy.

And the old wolf Barnard expressed his approval of the bravery of this young man, especially such a person with so many restraints and shackles can face the battlefield in this way, calmly, crisply and neatly, obviously experiencing a lot of pain and enlightenment, even the space marines can hardly get rid of their fears completely, especially after realizing the love of their brothers and mortals.

Throwing out the blind superstition of the original body or the empire, or the edification of the warband culture, very few warriors can live to death in a relatively rational state, he is not that kind of person, he just wants to die, but he knows that kind of warrior, the previous generation of Red Moon, the tolerant, benevolent and powerful and terrible wolf lord, he is a reliable companion and dependence for his brothers, and he is the most terrible nightmare for the enemies of the empire.

The old wolf licked his parched mouth and crossed the battlefield through the smoke, he saw in this young man the rare qualities of the Space Marines, he also had, but not much, just to help the people of the home world eat a few more times, and more of it was for his own fulfillment.

At this point, most of the Space Marines are selfless and selfish, they are arrogant and feel that they can sacrifice everything for humanity, but they are selfish enough to sacrifice millions of people for their lives, although this is the case with most of the military institutions of the Empire, but the Astartes who are beyond the eyes of mortals should avoid this.

This deviated from the original intention of the emperor, and the space marines, who were the last moral and hope of mankind, had a large number of traitors and depravity, and even the loyal space marines in the empire had a very high selfish opinion.

They used this to get over the difficulties, sufferings, and make quick maneuvers on the right side, so that Dan lacked a strong war hero, so the mission was not difficult, and in the face of the Space Marines, most of Jean Dan's defense lines were fragile, and they never expected that the Empire would surprise out, and they would never expect that someone would risk giving them more fighters to attack.

At the same time, the sensitive Barnard can be a real scout, he is like a strengthened version of the ornith, correctly providing the Doom Eagle with the location and number of enemies, and can even tell whether their armament is a threat to the Space Marines through the cover, while his giant wolves and Space Marines have innate strong defenses that are strong enough for them to resist the physical invasion and psionic interference of the Dan Worms.

At this moment, Dan once again encountered their enemies from 10,000 years ago, the Astartes of the Empire, the human superhumans who had nearly wiped them out, and once again showed a state of decadence, the Astartes were like arrows piercing through armor into the fragility of Jean Dan's defenses, down to the heart.

The Astartes reached the gap in the wall, which had now become a fortress, and a large amount of metal had been torn down to strengthen the defenses here, and the fortified command area that kept Dan awake for hours of war, even using rudimentary reactive armor to provide defense for their headquarters.

The Space Marines were grabbing the corpses, collecting the worms with multi-tools, watching them rot through the metal and terracotta armor, and then gathering them away with great speed.

Then the old wolf of the space wolf used a shotgun to clean up the few Rang Dan aggregates, a large number of worms instantly turned into meat paste, and those disgusting alien beings died, and at the same time they emitted a suffocating psionic vibration, making a few of the nearby space marines almost stand unsteady and fall, but the old lone wolf of the space wolf and the think tank master of the destruction eagle were close, but they had no effect.

The Master Chief felt a secret connection within that psionic energy at this moment, and he suddenly thought of another possibility, but at the same time Barnard the lone wolf spoke.

He felt the situation here and said. "The enemy is starting to gather back to the defense, as I thought, when we plug the gap in the fortress here, those large numbers of Dan will become a live target for missiles, the only question is when you are ready to evacuate."

The Master Chief sensed that something was wrong. "Evacuate? We? You want me to abandon you and leave you alone to install explosives?" He already had feelings for this old soldier, and when he heard that he wanted to sacrifice himself in exchange for the leniency of the war situation, he immediately expressed his opposition.

"I should have died, boy, it's not for nothing that I've been alive until now, Ruth shelters me, so does Red Moon, if I leave this time, it's just the inevitability of fate." The veteran did not expect that the young man would keep himself, he had seen warriors who had been forced to die again and again, poor people kidnapped by honor and the light of the so-called Ruth.

And the Master Chief shook his head and said. "Give up your explosives, capture the thief and capture the king first, I feel that those that make Dan have a psionic connection, there is a control center here, catch it, and at the same time use my psionic energy to block her psionic energy, here Jean Dan will lose unified scheduling, and become something that no longer shares with each other, which will greatly weaken their combat effectiveness."

The old wolf shook his head. "It's too risky, even though your plan is more once and for all, but how can I trust you, and how can I be sure that it can be done?"

Sergeant Chief Doom Eagle once again showed his charisma similar to his original body, and he spoke. "I can't guarantee it, but I also know that the loss of my own comrade is a rereliction of duty on the part of the commander, although you are not my warband brother, but you are our best scout comrade, I am just doing my duty and doing my best."

"At the same time, if my plan fails, I will personally fight my way out of the encirclement and blow up this gap, instead of stealing my life!"

The old wolf was a little moved, more because of his will and the resemblance to his old man, he squinted his eyelids, which had no eyeballs, and said in an old voice. "Well, I'll give it a try, boy."

(End of chapter)