Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 319: Space Wolves
On the transport, the Primaris Space Marines were descending, and steam was rising from the Thunderhawk gunship that had just passed through the atmosphere.

The atmospheric friction turned many of its parts red, and thanks to the Imperial workers working day and night, it once again fulfilled its duty.

A warrior wearing the latest mk.vll power armor looked down from the soaring white gunboat.

The fang-like chainsword at his waist was engraved with the symbol of the Space Wolves, a Fenrisian wolf ready to strike.

He wiped the frost that was forming on the shell of his power armor and looked at the icy planet.

After the heat shield was completely retracted, he finally saw his theoretical second home planet from the window.

Looking out from the white Anaheim continent, the rugged mountains on the horizon reveal a fascinating wildness.

In his eyes, the plasma nozzle of the gunship spewed out charming blue tail flames, making the snow-white world of Fenris look like a dream.

And this Primaris Space Marine had many regrets about this.

In fact, compared with his young experience, he has experienced quite a lot of wars. He has fought against orcs and the invasion of Chaos. In the territory of the Empire, he has torn the flesh and blood of the enemy with chainswords and bombs.

He could remember the stench of those dead alien bodies and the madness of his own bloodlust, but when he arrived in Fenris, an ancient world like Valhalla...

Everything was quiet.

He came home!

He listened to the roar of the engines until a soldier asked a question.

"Captain, my brother..."

"Will we really be accepted? By the wolves!"

"There are many rumors about them: barbaric, brutal, violent, and ridiculous."

"Some have seen their warriors on the battlefield, drinking strong wine and feasting on roasted meat, while others have seen them gathered together, singing praises to Rus or the All-Father."

"Ah, my brother, my elder brother..."

"Can we go back to the wolves?"

These words silenced the Primaris warrior, his amber pupils flashing with confusion, because he was not a Fenrisian.

Can they fit in with the staid Space Wolves?
He was full of doubts about these things, such as the ancient dogmas, complex rituals and beliefs passed down thousands of years ago.

Can they learn?
This is a Space Marine chapter that is no less powerful than the Ultramarines, and the ancient and profound history is carried in the hearts of the Sons of Rus.

Of course, he did, but he wasn't sure whether those descendants would allow him to join.

Like a lone wolf, he is now unsure how to prove himself if he wants to rejoin the group.

He asked anxiously. "How long until Mr. Taylor can land?"

His brother replied. "He's about a quarter of a standard terra hour behind us."

The Primaris warrior said with a hint of unease. "It is truly unsettling not to be able to enter the Fang with that lord."

Another battle-brother said, "It's like losing our most reliable support. Mr. Taylor always handles things well."

The Primaris Wolves captain said, "You can't think like that. Joining the Space Wolves is our own responsibility, not that warrior's."

"If we can't complete Rus's test, if we can't gain the wolf pack's approval, then we are just outsiders."

"It doesn't matter who follows us. Even if Lord Guilliman himself comes, the situation won't change!"

His words were powerful and convincing, instantly dispelling his brothers' concerns.

Following the transport plane down, they arrived at the largest fortress on Fenris, a huge black building built on the World Roof Mountain.

According to legend, its designs were drawn by the Primarch Rogal Dorn and completed ten thousand years ago as a reward from the Primarch Lemanus for his campaign against the Orks.

This huge fortress standing on the mountains blocks out the sky, just like the legendary Olympics. It is in a place that mortals cannot reach, and it watches everything in this white world like a god.

When the transport plane stopped in front of the fortress, a huge metal arch appeared in front of the soldiers.

The Primaris warrior took a slight breath, then moved forward. The archway slowly opened, and the dim light inside and the smell emitted by the machinery created a completely unique feeling, impacting the sense of smell and vision of those who came.

Following those auras forward, the Primaris Space Marines arrived at a hall covered with intricate stone pillars and Fenris-style decorations.

The heads of a large number of spectacular creatures are collected as specimens and hung up, and the most insane beasts are only fit to be used as shoe-polishing blankets here.

A huge ring was placed above the hall. Thirteen rune disks formed the object, and now it was engraved with the thirteen Great Companies of the Space Wolves. But there was a gap in the Ring of Fate.

And when the Primaris Space Marines stepped in here, a long whining sound was heard. Under the dim light of the oil lamps, in the heart-shaking sound, the wolves looked at the newcomers from the darkness of the hall.

An old and powerful warrior sat on the throne below the Ring of Destiny. The old wolf had amber eyes and a long white beard that was almost one with his hair.

He wore a cloak made of a giant bear's fur on his back, held a pale frost axe in his hand, and spoke in a serious and angry tone.

"Get out of here, son of Guilliman!"

"Your father used the codex to tear the Legion apart and deceived his brothers with lies. How dare you set foot in Fenris again?"

"The armor you wear is a poor imitation of the Son of Rus! Does Guilliman intend to replace us?!"

"Oh! That damned and vicious Guilliman!"

Logan Grimnar, the current Wolf Lord, scolded the young wolves.

To him, they smelled like Ultramarines, even in wolfskins!

They are Guilliman's minions and the culprits who separated their brothers. It was the Astartes Codex that made the Imperium what it is today!

Logan Grimnar did not believe in the Regent, nor did he believe in the offspring he sent. Those freaks that mixed into his legion's genes were the greatest blasphemy to Russ!

These words greatly disappointed the Primaris Space Marines.

But the captain still took a step forward and shouted.

"I am a wolf chasing the stars!"

“Let me go back to my hometown!”

Logan Grimnar cursed. "Son of Guilliman!"

At this moment, all the Space Wolves in the hall shouted.

"Guilliman!"

"Guilliman!"

In an instant, the Primaris Space Marines became the target of public attack, and the warriors of the major companies slowly stepped out of the shadows, ready to drive out Guilliman's blasphemous creations.

The wolves only stopped when an Imperial officer walked in.

The young officer, wearing a heavy winter suit, looked at the magnificent hall in amazement.

Dozens of Skadi soldiers entered here at the same time, and a short-headed demi-human said that this place was not as good as the Terra Palace.

A man nearly two meters tall praised the rich culture here.

They felt like they were at home.

But Logan Grimnar just looked at them and said.

"Lieutenant Colonel Taylor?"

The wolf leader changed his serious expression and said, "My wolf cubs have told me a lot about you. You are the Friend of Fenris!"

"Come on, mortal that Russ has taken a fancy to, take a step forward."

"We are having a feast, and I am in a very good mood today, so let's invite those sons of Guilliman to join us."

"After all, the food has to be eaten up, so there's no reason to turn away guests once the banquet begins!"

The Wolf Lord clapped his hands at this moment, and the long table was moved in by the wild wolves and put together. In no time, this place was transformed from an empty lord's hall into a bustling medieval banquet hall.

A large amount of roasted meat and mead was brought, and the Primaris warrior was only slightly moved.

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor."

At this moment, Taylor finally took off his winter clothes and said in a tired tone.

"Thank me for what?"

"Aren't wolves always this hospitable?"

　I don't have October 1st, I only keep writing.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)