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Chapter 325 Taylor's "Mom" is Worried

The convoy advanced quickly, and Taylor's convoy was simply crushing the enemy with ease. This was mainly because after they made it clear that their goal was to break through, the Skadi warriors showed their green-skin nature without hesitation.

They stood, clinging to the periphery of the armored vehicle, shooting at the demons with heavy weapons.

At the same time, due to the impact force of Franstan and the fact that he was blessed by the Emperor and was blessed by the Waagh force field, his attack killed most of the demons almost instantly.

For a moment, those Space Marines found themselves without any enemies to deal with...

At this moment, Taylor's wolf brother couldn't help but complain.

"What are they here for? Aren't mortals meant for us to protect?"

He rode the motorcycle with huge snow wheels, moving forward quickly. The snowflakes kicked up by the speeding car made him feel happy, but the demons that were taken away by the Skadi offset those feelings.

He said dissatisfiedly. "You won't leave any one behind?"

He felt the excitement of his prey being snatched away, but at this moment, the almost invincible Franstein suddenly "mistakenly" let in a large number of demons.

Those monsters looked at the terrible war engine of Franstein in fear. Once again, because of the "mistake", they passed by their cheeks, and they were grateful for Tzeentch's blessing again and again in their hearts.

In the eyes of the Space Wolves, the mortal defense line that had been "struggling to hold on" finally collapsed, and the entry of a large number of demons would be one of their few, and even precious, opportunities to vent.

However, they soon discovered that for some reason, those demons always fell in front of those sons of Guilliman and were killed by their chainsaw swords...

The wolf warrior who had known Taylor for a long time sensitively realized that something was wrong. He thought that unless Russ showed up, someone was playing tricks!
But who would want the Primaris to kill more enemies?
Could it be a conspiracy of Tzeentch, who wants to use such manipulation to make the brothers of the regiment recognize those guys?
The more he thought about it, the colder he felt. It wasn't just the feeling of the cold wind on his face, or the snow kicked up by the engines, but the fear for the future of the regiment.

He had regretted promising Guilliman his gene-seed, having initially assumed the Primaris Space Marines would be used to fill the void left by the Indomitus Crusade.

Thinking of this, he angrily raised his chainsaw sword, increased his speed in an instant, and completed the kill in front of several Primaris Space Marines who were killing demons like a pack of wolves.

He shouted. "Fenrisians versus the sons of Guilliman, isn't that a good idea?"

At this moment, deafening shouts were heard, and in an instant this place became a playground instead of a battlefield. They roared and rode on motorboats or huge black thunder wolves to slaughter the enemies and count the heads of the demons.

Taylor was looking at the data tablet like a range owner, and sighed when the Scout broke the kill record again.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Why are we even starting to find more demons there now?"

Roland said hurriedly, "Because the wolves are almost finished!"

Taylor couldn't help but ask as he watched himself getting closer and closer to the mission terminal at the seaside.

"Who is ahead in points now?"

Roland said. "Wolves!"

Taylor cursed. "There are over 50 Primaris, and only 10 Wild Wolves? Are those guys just here to eat?"

Roland said, "Boss, didn't you see the battlefield? Those wild wolves don't look like humans anymore. They don't care about the Codex Astartes or cooperation at all. They're only concerned with killing."

"On the contrary, the Primaris have been trained so well by Lord Guilliman that their attack methods are designed to prevent prolonged battles and the loss of warriors."

"If the time is extended by another half a month, the Primaris will definitely be the ones who have the last laugh, and the gap will be overwhelming!"

Taylor cursed, scratching his head. "But I want them to join the Space Wolves, not the Imperial Fists!"

"I wonder what kind of protracted war those wolves will wage?"

"We are currently facing a rapid and rapidly changing situation..."

Taylor cursed at this moment. "Forget it! I quit!" "It's a waste of time, so I'll do it. I'm ashamed of Guilliman!"

"I won't serve those guys anymore!"

He said into the radio, "Boys, make the final push. Don't worry about the wolves that can't eat meat! Prioritize the mission and safety!"

"Towards the coastline!"

This sentence was like water thrown into a frying pan, making the bored hearts of those restless boys crackle.

They quickly prepared for battle, countless guns extended from the Imperial Engine, and at the same time, Ferenstein once again began to slaughter the demons that blocked his way.

To be precise, their "breakout" route has almost become a no-man's land, and those arrogant chaotic forces have been completely eliminated.

The psychic crystal fragments buried underground were purified by Taylor's divine attributes, and the soil they walked on became disgusting to the demons.

This greatly slowed down the demons' attacks and helped the wolves catch their breath.

Looking at the completely cleared road on one side, Logan Grimnar, the current Wolf Lord sighed.

"The Fenrisians owe that warrior a great debt."

He quickly set up a new line of defense and began planning a counterattack.

The Fenrisians now have the opportunity to fight back against the invaders, which makes the Wolf Lord very happy. When the warships belonging to the Empire approach, the Thousand Sons Legion must retreat.

But what he wanted was not a defeat.

According to the Rune Priest's prediction, this war will mark the end of the eternal feud between the Space Wolves and the Thousand Sons.

These words made his heart surge with emotion, and he wanted to send those damn wizards to hell, or be killed by them.

No matter which side it is, for the current wolf lord and for every wild wolf today, it is a decision of fate.

He would not tolerate failure, so he was even willing to borrow the power of outsiders, whether it was Guilliman's offspring or Tyler.

He is a mean fellow, a cunning one, and he will continue to survive in the freezing hell of Fenris.

But that doesn't mean he isn't a warrior.

He looked at the traces left by Taylor's advance, and now his blood was boiling.

He wanted to go down and kill everyone instead of staying here and giving orders. His Frost Axe was also waiting for the blood of his rebellious brothers.

It's just not time yet.

He looked at the tactical map on the manila paper and finally confirmed the plan and deployment several times. During this period of time, to be precise, it was this moment.

Winter has come to Fenris.

The temperature suddenly dropped a lot, like the difference between day and night, just because the star moved away a little.

The bitter cold that permeated Fenris was only an element that the Wolf Lord could exploit.

But his thoughts were interrupted again because he received the news.

Ancient Wolf, Lord of Storms, Bjorn the Brokenhand...

Woke up!

(End of this chapter)