After killing his comrades by mistake, Eschev realized that he could no longer turn back, so he killed all the disobedient people and transformed the remaining blood claws and gray claws into a group of thugs who launched a war of revenge against the empire in the name of the Chaos Gods. This weapon was also named "Blade of Awakening". All those who had dedicated blood to it could see the truth from it, and even attracted many non-wild wolf traitors to join, just to reveal some secrets that had troubled them for a long time.
"Come here..."
After hearing the sound of distant footsteps approaching, Eschev failed to put half of the blade of the "Blade of Awakening" into a bucket of blood beside him. This weapon was always eager for blood. Many people in the War Gang were stolen that if this hunger was not satisfied, this thing would squirm in the dark like a snake, waiting for an opportunity to find its prey.
But Eschev doesn't think so. It's just a weapon, a tool, and tools will not be separated from the will of the master.
If you want to kill, you must also be in charge of it.
Then, he pulled out the long knife, but there was no drop of blood on it. Then he scratched his thumb with the blade.
The blade of awakening moved in his hands, eager to taste more blood - so did Eschev himself.
Suddenly, his body trembled, and a foreshadowed scene made him twitch continuously. When the power was used, he had to ensure that his body was not to be torn apart.
The other members of the War Gang seemed to know what was going on, and came up to test the strange energy emitted from him. He really wanted to drive away these damn bastards, but when the scene emerged in his mind, he could only bow his waist and roar in pain to divert attention.
After a moment of warping and spasm, he leaned against the long knife and gasped. In the harsh noise, he saw the pack of wolves, the abandoned pack, running in a hurry on the snowfield, with fur dyed scarlet, and then a blizzard swept over, among which were countless war horses and knights made of flags and steel, crushing them completely like an avalanche.
Is this what the gods wish?
He served many banquets, but was eventually crushed into powder?
No!
no way!
Suddenly, he remembered what a wizard once said to him--the sacrifices that God needs are often those they love.
This fact filled his mind with crazy anger.
Eschev foamed at the mouth, his mind filled with the ridicule of the dark gods, and he raised his sword to look at the gate.
With a loud bang, the door was broken, and a heavy footsteps, the silver-armored knight holding a shield and a spear stepped in neatly, and a flag with a crossed silver-gray sword was flying above the team.
And among them, there is one person who is so conspicuous.
Even with the blessing of the Terminator, he was too huge. The Terminator's armor, which looked like a magnificent carving was engraved on it, and a white burqa was worn outside, with a tender face that Eschev thought was hypocritical and cowardly (relatively speaking), holding an ancient power spear, with an iron halo hanging high behind his head.
If nothing unexpected happens, this is Soshiyan Alexey, the highest commander of the Imperial Expeditionary Force.
The fangs of the rebel wolf bit each other and jumped off the command throne. After landing, he stood up straight and raised his head.
"You're Soshiyan?"
He raised his sword and swung around his head like an axe he used in the past.
"I'm so anxious to die."
Soshiyang just sneered and said:
"Will they be happy or shame if they send your head back to Fenris?"
Eschev was instantly irritated, he started running, and his pack of wolves charged - a total of 47 Chaos Space Marines.
"I'll go and deal with this beast."
The champion Murad wanted to play, but was stopped by Soshyan's hand.
"I'll come in person."
Soshiyan took a step forward, and the Terminators moved with them.
The blaster barked, the plasma hissed, slammed into the armor and the flesh protected under it, while others hit the shield and Terminator armor harmlessly.
When both sides were less than two hundred meters, Soshiyan suddenly accelerated and stabbed the first traitor in the head at an unimaginable speed after wearing the Terminator. He retracted the spear and instantly knocked off an axe, inserted the spear into the belly of another traitor, and nailed it to the chest of the third traitor behind him.
With a strong swing, the two of them flew out at the same time, smashing on the wall and making a loud noise, turning into a twisted ball of garbage.
Finally, Soshiyang used his spear to lift two axes and cut off the pole of the axe. When the opponent retreated in horror, he kicked it away and smashed it into the array of contemplators, and he handed the others to a series of dealing with them.
"die!"
The Blade of Awakening was raised, and Eschev used a precise slash to the opponent's head, but unexpectedly, the opponent held a spear in one hand and interrupted his long-planned attack with a lightning move. Then there was a slap that came towards him. The lightning surrounded by the power claws of the Apocalypse quickly magnified in his pupils-
After a loud bang, Soshiyang threw him out more than ten meters in Terminator armor, allowing him to slide on the rough metal floor for a long time.
"How is it possible..."
Eschev tried to stand up while coughing. The terrifying power just now made him feel scared. If it weren't for his beastly intuition that made him take a step back half a second in advance, his head might have just flew out.
But even so, the front of his armor was torn apart, and the rib plates might have cracked, and he felt like a pierced water bag.
Suddenly, he heard howls and turned to see one of his own guards stopping Soshiyang from approaching. The rebellious wild wolf had almost degenerated into a wolf. His claws installed on his arm were waving like the wind, trying to cut the opponent's armor.
But he is not stronger than Eschev, and he doesn't even have the chance to meet him.
The soul spear slid smoothly across Soshiyang's palm and stabbed into the werewolf's belly at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch.
Amid the painful screams, Soshiyang raised the spear with one arm and the werewolf screamed in horror because its own weight caused the spear to drill deeper and deeper into the wound, and finally pierced through the back of the dying beast.
The blood flowed down the spear, but it was immediately evaporated by the decomposition force field. Soshyan looked at Eschev, snorted lightly, and threw the corpse that was still twitching slightly to the ground in front of him.
The sound of fighting around gradually subsided, and Eschev knew that he was probably the only living person left, and he would not have any hope of survival.
But the wild wolf will not surrender and die, even if it is a traitor.
Eschev trembled and held up his knees, something flashing in his wolf's eyes.
Once again, he saw thousands of troops crushing the wolves' vision, and then he shook his head and shook his thoughts away.
No! No! Not that!
Chapter completed!