"I saw the truth!"
The rebellious wild wolf roared, holding the artifact that inspired him with both hands, then holding it high and roaring towards Soshiyang.
"The gods want you to die!!!!!!!"
The other party just looked at him motionlessly.
Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters—
Immediately, his sharp blade will cut off this head, and he will stand on the corpse of the conquered, offering sacrifices to the gods, countless armies will gather beside him, and he will return to Fenris, letting it burn, and bringing real enlightenment there-
Suddenly something flashed before his eyes, and then Eschev screamed in pain, his belly cracking like a ripe melon.
He tried desperately to break free and fought back with a long knife, but the other party grabbed the blade and took it away. As he fell backward, he stepped into his chest with one foot and sank his chest.
"What's this?"
Soshyan shook the blade of awakening in his hand, and Eschev stretched out his hand while squirting blood in his mouth.
"Back to...Back to...Awakening...Blade..."
"Blade of Awakening?"
Soshyan heard a clear name in the vague and thick Fenris's guttural voice. He frowned, then shook the weapon and turned to look at the dying rebel wolf.
"Are you sure you've been using this to fight? It's so sad..."
Suddenly, Eschev widened his eyes. His magic weapon and his enlightenment had at some point turned into a monster twisting in the huge hand armor. It had a snake-like body, but had two weird heads, and was screaming like crying.
"No...Impossible...No..."
Soshiyang exerted a little force, and the thing turned into dust in a scream. Then he leaned down and looked at the rebel wolf whose eyes were gradually dissipating.
"What do you have to say? I don't know your name, nor why you became a traitor, but at least for now, I'm still willing to listen to your final confession."
As the weapon disappeared, a veil covering Eschev's dusty soul disappeared, and something that seemed forgotten once again floated into the dark water, his lips trembling, but all the words were blocked in his throat.
Only countless questions and doubts linger in his mind—
What has he become?
What did he turn those blood claws that should have great potential?
Suddenly, he saw his dead friend, Hermond, who was trying to stop him at the last moment.
Hermond knelt on the ground, the sword penetrated his body, and the gray-iron power armor was splashed with the dirty things of the battle. Eschev stood in front of him, holding the hilt of the knife in his hand, with only anger on his face, and the war storm around seemed to continue.
Eschev looked down at the face of his fighting brother, a solid nose, like cold ice in winter, a powerful chin, slightly mottled beard and hair, and was unyielding even when death came, and his yellow eyes became dim as life faded, and his dull stare lingered around Eschev.
"......Eschev, wake up...you must save yourself!"
Hermond said almost choking, blood spilling out of his mouth.
"This is not really you, brother... don't let the Chapter and Fenris... be shamed..."
Space Marine's life was beating weakly, but Eschev's lips did not move, and his expression showed that the twist in his heart was expanding.
After a breath, the warrior held the weapon that pierced himself.
"Let go...this...or...all the honors we fight for, my brother... will turn into dust..."
At this time Eschev's lips moved.
"It's my honor...it's stolen!"
“Those are not our honor, brothers.”
Along with his words, the wild wolf spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Honor belongs to the Emperor, you are blinded."
At one moment, Eschev's face seemed to twitch, and then he was furious to conquer his reason.
"No--!"
He pulled the blade back suddenly, and Hermond was led forward. He looked at his brother in despair, realizing that he could no longer save him, and reached out for the last time in a sigh.
"Then...brother... may the Emperor's...anger...and punishment...come to you... Finally...Eschev...come to winter...see you..."
Eschev closed his eyes in pain, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. Perhaps his soul could no longer understand the cold winter of Fenris.
"...Ha...Ha...Ha...Himond...Let's see you..."
With the last breath, the rebellious wild wolf walked through the last time, while Soshiyang sighed lightly, shook his head, and pulled back his spear.
Suddenly, as if it was the curse of the dead, Soshiyang heard something...
Like a distant howling wolf in the snowstorm, like lamenting, and with anger—
He turned around suddenly and glanced at the battlefield where corpses were everywhere. There were no living people, or no living wild wolves. Did he hear it wrong?
"Captain of the Battle, what's wrong?"
Mark asked cautiously, and Soshiyan whispered:
"Did you...heard?"
"Hear...what?"
"Wolf howl."
Mark turned around and looked at it, just like Soshyan's previous actions.
"The enemies were all destroyed."
"That might be because I heard it wrong..."
Soshiyang answered vaguely, but he was not very sure, because he rarely misheard anything, let alone auditory hallucinations. For some reason, after hearing the howl of the wolf, he felt a strange feeling of anxiety, but he couldn't say it. Perhaps it was too inexplicable.
But the wild wolf...
The last time Randall was killed seemed to be related to a wild wolf, as if there would be no good things for him once it was related to a wolf.
Shaking his head and throwing away these strange thoughts, Soshiyang swept his fingers over the dead.
"Burn their bodies, leave some armor and weapons, and send someone back to Fenris after the war."
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The news brought by Mark did not surprise Soshyan. As long as Huron was not stupid or hopelessly stubborn, he could clearly realize that the outcome of this battle was decided.
A qualified commander and lord, the first thing to do when failing is to stop loss.
On the bridge of the Destruction Ghost, Huron stared at the void. At this time, there were hells covered with wreckage, and every inch of space was accompanied by fierce battle.
With a sigh, he looked at the lords around him, and the lords and leaders also exchanged glances with each other, holding weapons in their hands—
Huron knew very well that as long as he seemed weak, there was no doubt that these guys who had been loyal to him in the past would tear him to pieces. Even if the God of Darkness gave him strength, it would not guarantee that everyone would surrender to him.
For some reason, he suddenly recalled the times when he was the commander of the battle group. The battle group's warriors' battles without regrets would not require any reward. The commander was always the first to go up and the last to retreat. The warriors were willing to use themselves as their shields for their comrades, and everyone was able to use their lives to perform their duties.
He had been a long time and no longer had such warriors, leaving only a group of rats, sneaky and profit-oriented subordinates.
"Master, the fleet on Lord Zhu Fu's side has basically been gathered."
As he listened to the report, Huron casually stroked the tattoos and imprints on his arms, every mark on his body was obtained in battles with different enemies. He remembered the one-on-one battles with a Chaos warlord when he was young, the demons who almost killed him but fell at his feet, and the Tyron Zerg who almost ate him.
After he fought against the Empire, many arrogant imperial spacemarisers were killed by him. He knew that every great cause and every battle he had, he knew that the gods were concerned about.
But now, he is not sure who the gods are interested in.
Chapter completed!