Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 323: Husky Leader Taylor

Shots from the Red Mane poured down from orbit, and each attack from the macro cannon mixed with psychic energy consumed a priceless complex crystal.

Those crystals are unique in their formation, generally coming from volcanoes, but their birth time is far less ancient than that of other minerals.

They were born from the ritual sacrifice of volcanoes, where psykers were thrown into the volcano en masse, using their souls to appease the eruption.

It probably has some effect, and the products of the ritual are those bright red crystals.

They have powerful psychic medium effects and are also the best energy media. They are needed for both the Empire's large-caliber laser weapons and the release of psychic energy.

Although they are not irreplaceable, those gems are currently the best energy carriers known to mankind!

But those things that are only the size of a fist and are enough to exchange for countless wealth are now thrown down like garbage.

That was the accumulation of the Thousand Sons Legion for ten thousand years, and now it was completely vented for revenge.

A large number of crystals were scattered on the ground, embedded into the interior of Fenris by the heat of the macro-cannon, and then gradually cracked into irreparable warp rifts under the spell of the magic master Ahriman.

Because of the existence of the crystals, even the powerful light of the Astronomican cannot completely eliminate those gaps, and the endless demons have become the help of the Thousand Sons Legion.

They began to attack Wolf Fang Castle with a flow of psychic energy, and the ancient fortress also responded with heavy artillery shells.

As a huge Tzeentchian Daemon was blown down by the intensive firepower, dozens of heavy mortars began to rain down on the birdman.

But soon another big demon used a staff to gather spiritual energy, and a strange milky white circular light circle passed by, accurately activating the void shield on the Wolf Fang Castle.

Simultaneously, countless waves of Chaos Magic and foul psychic energy bombarded the lands, from the psychic missiles wielded by the basest Horrors to the arcane mortars chanted by the most sophisticated Thousand Sons Sorcerers.

Countless colorful lights sprinkled on the void shield, making the ancient object emit various colors.

At this moment, Wolf Lord Logan Grimnar's expression was solemn. Looking at the attacks of the enemies, he didn't know how long the fortress could hold out. Anyway, it started from Rus when he built this place.

This place has never been broken through.

Now Logan Grimnar is facing the greatest crisis and humiliation of the Space Wolves. His fortress, monastery, and homeworld have been breached...

This is a humiliation that no founding regiment can endure!

To have no home world was practically a traitor's treatment, and the Space Wolves were quite prejudiced about their home culture.

At this moment, Logan Grimnar's fangs were bared, and emotions such as anger, disgust, and impatience kept repeating in his mind.

He forced himself to suppress those emotions and quickly began to deploy the troops at his disposal.

Only the appearance of a mortal officer interrupted his wandering thoughts.

"Mr. Taylor, aren't you in the database?"

Taylor exclaimed. "How did you know it was mine?"

The Wolf Lord said. "I can smell you, my friend."

Taylor raised his hand in confusion and sniffed. "What's that smell?"

The old wolf said, "Money, lemons, and barbecue."

"It actually tastes pretty good. It makes me want to be friends with you."

"Most importantly, we can feel the All-Father's love for you."

"But you called him the Emperor."

At this moment, the old wolf looked at the colorful lights that kept attacking the void shield and said, "What brings you here again?"

Taylor said. "It's the smell, too. The damn stench of that demon."

"I have tasted it in many places. This is the taste of Tzeentch, without a doubt."

"My mission was to find them, but I didn't expect that they would find us now."

The Wolf Lord said. "You are not panicking at all, which is very different from what my wolf cub said." "You smell of no fear, no tension, and no disgust."

"Like an old wolf accustomed to war."

"Like a Ruth's cunning tusk."

Taylor replied pessimistically. "That's probably because I've become numb. I've seen the Battle of Lions Gate and participated in several battles of exaggerated scale."

"To be honest, I'm on the home planet of the strongest of a founding chapter, in a fortress that has stood for thousands of years. Although the demons there are aggressive, it's not the worst situation I've ever encountered."

Logan couldn't help but burst out laughing at this moment. His loud voice was like a thunder, with Fenris's unique accent, almost like shouting.

"That's not even the worst!"

"Hahaha! I like you, Mr. Taylor!"

"You are a wolf that is not a wolf!"

Taylor said. "Why are you being so convoluted? Just say it if you want to compliment me."

Logan shook his head. "A compliment? That's not it."

"It's a curse. Guys like wolves are always drawn into wars, just like hunting."

"You are a hunter, destined to bite your enemies, one at a time."

Taylor sighed. "Thank you for your kind words..."

Logan laughed and said, "Haha, but I'm sorry, can I ask you to do one more thing?"

Taylor rubbed his nose. "It's all up to you, but you'll owe me."

The Wolf Lord grinned. "The founding group's kindness is worth a thousand gold, and the wolf pack will not break its promise. Your contributions and help will be remembered in the Wolf Spiral until the last wild wolf disappears!"

Taylor smiled. "That's quite good, a promise from a Wolf Lord."

"But what do you want me to do?"

The wolf lord said. "I need you to tear a line all the way to the coast."

"The power of Chaos has blocked all information. We are unable to send any signals on the continent of Alheim."

"I need a force to break through the Chaos Demon encirclement and reach the destination to install a fleet beacon in the area where Chaos power is weakest."

"This way, the Imperial warships and our battle barges entrenched near Fenris will notice that something is amiss. They will soon be engaged in a war, while the enemy only has one flagship."

Taylor said, "I don't have enough soldiers. There are at least 30 demons waiting outside!"

The old wolf said without hesitation. "Those Sons of Guilliman are quite familiar to you, aren't they?"

Taylor replied, "Just the new recruits won't do. I want the best from your company to follow us."

Logan Grimnar made a disgruntled grunt, like an angry dog, and then suddenly laughed. "It's really fun to talk to you!"

"You're always bold and crazy."

"You are seeking an opportunity to gain recognition for those Sons of Guilliman, are you not?"

"Then why don't we make a bet? If they get the approval of the 10 longfangs and one champion in my Dalian."

"Then I will give you a special reward!"

Taylor said. "Then if I lose, I'll do this for free..."

Taylor is full of confidence at this moment, although no one knows where his confidence comes from as a guy who loses nine times out of ten.

Maybe he knew very well how outstanding those little wolf cubs were.

(End of this chapter)