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Chapter 327 Holiday on Fenris

A huge white bear roared in the dense forest. It was a snow bear, a specialty of Fenris. Its body was 12 meters tall and as strong as an armored vehicle!

Now the king of the snowfield is covered with wounds, whether it is its proud white fur, its huge body, or its most powerful fangs, all are covered in blood.

Several Space Marines shuttled back and forth like ghosts, and the white Wolf Regiment armor almost blended into this place.

As the bomb roared and spit out tongues of fire, the giant bear once again covered its abdomen in pain.

At this moment, a war cry was heard.

"For Ruth!"

The captain of the Primaris Space Marines jumped down from the canopy of the pine tree, which was twenty meters high, and chopped at the giant bear's head with a chainsword like a savage.

A brief moment later, blood splattered from the monster's arteries onto his face, and because this was not a battle, he was not wearing a helmet.

The red liquid gushed out like a fountain, nearly suffocating him, while the Fenrisian champion beside him laughed and shouted, "Drink it! Drink it!"

At this moment, the Primordial's blood was completely unleashed. He practically roared, pressing his head against the aorta of his writhing prey like a wild beast, and then gurgled...

About half a minute later, the troll fell to the ground, and the Space Marine covered his stomach and vomited something red.

The Fenrisian Champion laughed. "Haha, how's your first hunt?"

The Primaris Marine said, "I don't need dinner..."

The Fenris warriors took the initiative to help him up. "That won't do. I have to toast the hero."

"Even if you're going to vomit today, you have to drink the mead!"

They have now completely accepted this kid. After all, it is Fenris' honor to be a warrior who can kill a giant bear, and he even ended the monster's life with melee combat.

This earned him the respect he had always dreamed of, but the Fenris Champion said.

"Don't forget we still have opponents."

Another brother patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, our champion. Russ, this monster is the biggest prey we've seen in a while."

"Winter is coming, everything is withering, this monster has feasted on flesh and blood and is preparing to hibernate!"

"This fat is grilled to perfection. Those Imperial Guards will never be able to defeat it!"

The champion said, "You don't know Taylor. He's not just any guy."

"Anyway, as far as I know, there's no other ordinary person who can be like him."

"He's on vacation on Fenris."

"Who knows what he's doing now? I see what they're preparing at the beach, and it makes me uneasy."

"This bet may be lost, but."

He looked at the Primaris Space Marine and said seriously.

"You're fine."

"You clearly knew the bet involved in this match, yet you were still willing to give it your all."

"Hah, I apologize for the foolish speculations and resistance that the Son of Russ has made toward you and your brothers, my brother."

He stretched out his hand, and the greasy armor and disgusting hair pressed against his body in a big hug, a strong and sincere hug.

A warm hug that belongs to him.

The warrior looked incredulous as the wolf of Fenris released his friend and brother.

He said. "My Lord, you have not been transformed by the Primaris, but how is it possible..."

"I'm not as strong as you!"

The wolf brother laughed. "Who knows! And I'm not an adult, so you'll have to call me Longfang from now on! And you're a Bloodclaw!"

"Welcome to Fenris, welcome to the Fang, you are the son of Russ."

The ice between them finally broke at this moment, and when the wolves brought prey to the camp, the sons of Rus couldn't help laughing.

Because the Skadi's prey overshadowed their efforts.

A massive sea dragon, its blue scales as exaggerated as blades, its massive body lying on the camp, nearly 20 meters long. Its keel alone would have been enough to make the finest longship on Fenris! The skin, the scales, the bones, the flesh!
As a native Fenrisian, the Russ champion ran to the sea dragon almost instantly, stroked its snake-like body, and admired Russ's gift.

He recalled his days in the tribe, when the best hunters would go crazy for a sea dragon scale and the strongest warriors would fight for a blade made of its bones.

“It’s so beautiful… so beautiful!”

"But where is its head?"

Taylor said a little embarrassedly. "Why don't you ask the melta gun? Maybe it knows."

"What a pity, what a pity..."

"Ah, the Dragon's Fang is the finest spearhead in all of Fenris. If I could throw that thing just once more, I'd do anything!"

At this moment, the wolf brother said frankly, "Oh, it seems the answer is obvious."

"The truth has been revealed. Today is..."

He didn't want to admit it, but he thought that being able to produce a sea dragon was the best, no doubt about it!

But Taylor said, "Of course, you win!"

"What a fat bear! Its paw must be one meter long. This is the first time I've seen such fat bear paws!"

"I've already asked Sister Lightlin to make a broth with these sea snake bones. I need to give that thing a good bath in the pot!"

The Fenrisian warrior said incredulously, "You think a dragon is inferior to a bear?"

Taylor replied. "What kind of dragon is this? Isn't it just a giant sea serpent?"

"I've tasted it, and only the bones have a hint of seafood flavor. The rest is disgusting when grilled!"

"Waste of my seasoning! And my bait!"

The Fenrisian warrior said angrily. "This is a sea dragon! Its hide is the armor of our longhouse, protecting us from the cold, and its bones are the keels of our longships, allowing us to cross the ocean!"

"Its scales are the finest armor, its tusks are fine spears, its flesh is a reward for the brave, and its heart is the food of Rus!"

Taylor said. "No, this is what the Wolf King eats?"

"Then when he returns, I must treat the primarch to something good."

The champion of Fenris was so angry that he laughed.

"Do you really think this great sea dragon can't compare to..."

He looked at the bloody and smelly claws in the hands of the warrior named Roland...

"Not as good as two claws with no good meat?"

"That stuff stinks!"

Taylor cursed. "What? A stinking sea snake can't possibly be better than two good bear claws!"

The warrior replied. "In any case, by Russ, you win!"

Taylor also lost his temper. "Emperor, you win! Stupid!"

The two of them almost started fighting, but finally fell to the ground and laughed as if relieved.