Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 328 Walking with the Storm, Part 1
"Oh, for God's sake, Ruth, why didn't you tell me this was so good?"

A Space Marine lowered his head and sucked the rotten flesh from the soft bear paw with his greedy tongue.

Those flavors that should not be liked by Fenris warriors became soft and delicious under the rich umami and the tough meat of the Fenris giant bear.

In other words, it has a pretty delicious texture and flavor that makes you addicted.

Frankly speaking, bears are extinct on Terra, and Fenris is one of the few places where you can still taste it.

Taylor simply shared the bear paws in the pot with his boys and said seriously, "I told you this is the real fun, but you didn't believe me."

The soldier smiled and said, "I'll have to listen to advice more often in the future."

"I don't want to miss out on something like this, at least not anytime soon."

He lowered his head and ate heartily, then threw the almost clean bone to his Thunder Wolf partner.

Of course, he actually wanted to stuff those tasty and tender bones into his stomach as well. The Space Marine's digestive system could make sure that not even a residue was left.

Now the warrior said, "Can we let that Lytlin stay here? On Fenris, the brothers would absolutely love it!"

Taylor spoke quickly, protecting his sister and ignoring the blush on her cheeks.

"Sorry, this is my baby, no."

"The girl next to you is fine."

He pointed at the cult girl.

The Space Wolf said. "I don't like that orange smell..."

"Apparently, she's not much of a cook either."

"By Ruth, all good things always have their owners."

After he finished speaking, he leaned against the tent and squinted his eyes. Now the temperature in Fenris began to drop completely.

After about 10 minutes, it was no longer warm here, the campfire was ruthlessly extinguished by the cold wind, and in the blizzard, the heavy vehicles could not withstand the temperatures.

As for the so-called demons, they had already turned into ice sculptures, but when the sun came out the next day, they would rely on magic to melt the ice on their bodies and then stir up trouble again.

Now Wolfboy keeps talking about the sauna in Fenris and telling Taylor how fun and crazy his hometown is.

Their conversation took them across the largest volcanoes in Fenris and their communication spanned the largest hive conduit in Skadi.

The two men told each other about their lives until the cold lifted, allowing Ferenstein to reluctantly provide the warmth they needed to rest.

Taylor said. "It's hell."

"A place forged of ice and blood."

The wolf smiled and said, "This is also my home, my one and only hometown..."

He laughed and shouted, "Praise Ruth, we live another day!"

Taylor also said madly. "Praise the Emperor! Today's bear paw is delicious!"

The other boys also replied.

"Praise Russ, praise the Emperor!"

After that, in a temporary camp, people fell into complete silence, amid the snoring of wolves and the humming roar of mortal engines.

Until the stars rose the next day, Taylor was the first one to get up.

He investigated the signal, mainly expecting the Empire's warships to come to support him, but the tablet showed that there was no sound from the divination instrument.

This wasn't right. Even if the battleship was moving slowly, this was still Fenris, the homeworld of a Space Marine Chapter, not some deserted place...

He swiftly packed up his belongings and prepared to return to Wolf Fang Castle with his soldiers to investigate. Meanwhile, a giant wolf warrior, holding a steaming cup and drinking from the dark liquid inside, said, "Lord Russ, is this what you call coffee?"

"It tastes like coke mixed with rust and then soaked in water."

Taylor said. "That's impossible. I took this from Guilliman's office!"

The wolf cursed. "No wonder the Ultramarines' Primarch grew up drinking this! No wonder he has such a strange personality!"

"He's not heroic, nor does he have much charm, and he's almost unpopular. If you remove his abilities for political struggles and purges, all that's left of Guilliman is his ambition and his big talk!"

"Look what he's drinking!"

At this point, Taylor frowned and sniffed the bowl.

"Oh, this is the water for washing the pot. Did you mix up the coffee sachet with the iron pot we used for dinner last night?"

The soldier curled his lips. "It seems so."

"But I smelled both, and that coffee smelled worse, so I chose this one."

Taylor sighed. "Okay, tell your soldiers to get ready. We have to go back."

The wolf brother sensed something was wrong and bared his fangs. "It seems the beacon didn't work as expected."

"A vicious spell..."

He turned his head and shouted, "Move! Move! Return to the nest!"

Taylor asked. "You trust me so easily?"

The Fenrisian replied.

"If I can't even trust a guy like you, then my life is definitely going to be tiring!"

"Let the Son of Rus act for you!"

He shouted heroically, and the Space Marines quickly mounted their vehicles, started their engines again, and preheated their weapons again. However, this time it was not Frenstein who led the way, but the cooperation of the Primaris Space Marines and the Space Marines.

This is the future of the new era, and it is also the storm that is raging on Fenris today.

The Emperor's children have returned one after another, the Fangs of Chaos are spreading, and now it seems that Taylor is indeed outnumbered.

But he could do something that even the Inquisition could not do, which was to convince this group of barbaric and crazy savages!

Now dozens of heavy motorcycles and giant wolves formed a vehicle battle formation, actively clearing the way for Taylor and his men. The soldiers shouted and yelled, waving chain swords and explosive bombs.

The demons were killed almost instantly, like a mad storm, and the Primaris Space Marines also completely learned how to integrate into their own regiment.

The old wolves and the new wolves are gathered together now. Facts have proved that the Wolf Lord has a good vision, or maybe it is because the bear paws are too delicious?

Taylor thought about all the possibilities, but the result seemed to be okay at the moment.

Now, Guilliman owed him a big favor. Taylor could almost imagine that in his next life he would live a life of luxury and comfort supported by the Primarch!
But there are still many problems in front of him...

Thinking of this, Taylor found that the demons began to gather and increase in number. They seemed to realize that they should not let Taylor go back, or they simply increased the intensity of their attacks, or perhaps both.

Taylor felt a stomachache when he thought about the fact that Wolf Fang Castle was the only place with transport planes, and Fenris had strict air control.

In other words, if he didn't want to survive in the wilderness in his next life, he would have to return to Wolf Fang Castle...

He couldn't help but gasp.

"Emperor, why are all the tasks you give me difficult?!"

(End of this chapter)