Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 330 Broken Claw. Bjorn

The huge Fenris Wolf was being stroked like a puppy in front of a Dreadnought. The old Ancient Wolf was sitting on the ground, drooling at the barbecue in Taylor's hand.

He said hoarsely. "Just tell me about the taste, boy, just tell me..."

Taylor ate the barbecue in two bites and said, "I refuse, my lord. This is a cruel burden for you."

"I am showing my kindness, my lord."

Bjorn slurred his saliva. "You, kid, and I've read your report."

"As an old man, it's really hard to accept seeing those things when I wake up."

"Guilliman has returned, the Lion King has awakened, Chaos has invaded, none of this is good."

"I thought I would awaken during the Hour of the Wolf."

"I thought I'd see Rus's face, not that bastard Ahriman..."

His tone was full of sighs and mockery, as if he was lamenting the corruption and degeneration of the empire, lamenting that the wolves' fangs were no longer sharp, and lamenting that time had passed and everything was changing.

Taylor patted the old man on the shoulder, even though he was now a huge dreadnought, his mind was in a mess, and he could only rely on sleeping to survive.

He was already in prison, and it was Ruth's trust that kept him alive until now. When he felt a false touch from the mechanical sensor on his shoulder, his monitor moved slowly.

Taylor tiptoed and said, "Don't worry, old man, this day isn't that bad. Secondly, your waking up might be fate, because there's a new batch of wolf cubs who haven't heard your stories yet."

Bjorn laughed. "Ha, how could I not know? Here, in Fenris, I know every wolf's story. I've been telling them stories since they joined the army. Every one, every one! Must have heard Russ and the Allfather..."

He sighed again. "What's the point of dwelling on the past? Now even Ahriman can bully us..."

"The 13 Great Companies are no longer complete, Russ is missing, the Imperium is rotting and decaying, even if Guilliman returns, even if the Lion King awakens!"

His massive frame trembled slightly, each metal plate gathering power from his growing excitement.

At this moment, dozens of Primaris warriors walked in. They reported their names, ranks, and positions to the Oldest Wolf, and then sat on the ground.

They lined up in rows, arm in arm, holding mead and barbecue in their hands, gathered in the cold wind and war, facing Bjorn, looking forward to his story.

Bjorn said. "Look at them, full of life. Where do they come from? I can't smell them, but I can tell they are definitely good wolves."

"Where are you from?" he asked.

"Macragge, my lord!" a Primaris warrior replied.

Bjorn smiled. "What a strange yet familiar name! Guilliman seems to be more than just a destroyer..."

"You are energetic young wolves, so as per tradition, we will begin the story from the moment Russ was discovered by the Fenrisians!"

"Fenris, the North is always here, the cold wind never stops, the winter is eternal, and the night is long... This is our home, this is the home of Rus, this is the people of Fenris, and this is also your new home!"

Taylor stood up and left at this moment. It was not that he didn't want to listen, but the current situation really required someone to take charge of the situation.

Secondly, he read those classics several times when he was revising them, and he knew very well how many bytes he had deducted. If he were asked to listen to them again, it would be almost unbearable.

When he left the hall, Wolf Lord Logan Grimnar was already waiting.

He crossed his arms and said, "Looks like you won."

"The approval of the Oldest Wolf. To say that those boys are not warriors of Fenris is now a violation of Russ's will."

Taylor said. "This is clearly what you knew, this is clearly what you expected."

The Wolf Lord did not answer at this moment due to his position. After all, the Great Company of Fenris was also divided into liberals and conservatives. It could only be said that the nature of the Empire's civil war still invaded Fenris.

But he still said it with a grin.

"I have a gift you'll like. Come with me to the blacksmith." Taylor looked at him suspiciously. "What good can it be? Or do you want to feed mead and barbecue?"

The Wolf Lord said, "I swear in the name of Russ, this is absolutely a good thing."

Taylor said. "Then I'll go. Since you dare to swear by your father's name, I'll go right away!"

The wolf master couldn't help but laugh at Taylor's cunning look. "Am I right or wrong?"

"You're really weird, extremely weird, even weirder than the weirdest Chaos minions I've ever seen!"

Taylor said. "The problem isn't the weirdness. The problem is the infidelity."

"I only like people who I can trust with my back, and I only make friends with people like that."

The Wolf Lord replied. "Smart!"

After saying that, he took Taylor into a workshop where the technology was very advanced, with ultra-high pressure forging furnaces or ultra-heavy forging hammers.

Those things were steaming, enough to maintain and repair all human creations in this world. A blacksmith with a long beard stood there.

He is not a wolf, but a mortal, but his muscles are exaggerated and his canines have the same mutation as wolf teeth.

A Fenrisian.

He looked at Taylor as if he saw the strangest thing in the world.

He couldn't help but ask, "Wolf Lord, where did you find this monster?"

His voice was old, but full of strength, and at this moment Taylor took off his helmet angrily and said, "What kind of monsters are these?"

The forger said, "Is this armor? I thought it was your exoskeleton. Those things called insects are like that. I've never seen metal on your body..."

"A crystal? Or an alloy?"

Taylor exclaimed. "Does he have a spectral scanner in his eyes?!"

The Wolf Lord said, "He was born with this ability. He is a psyker, or what you would call a psyker."

"To be precise, he can't control himself, but his psychic powers allow him to identify most metals in this world."

"Like the legendary traitor Primarch, Perturabo." He spoke the name with disgust.

He walked forward, picked up a blue crystal, and said, "This is Fenrir's specialty metal, Frost Metal."

"It is of high quality and icy cold, and only the most powerful blacksmiths can forge it."

"And I know you possess a chainsword, forged from the flesh and blood of the Great Devourer."

"And I have an idea to combine Fenris alloy and carapace into a brand new weapon."

"I call it the Kraken's Fang!"

Taylor said. "Same name as Leman Russ's sword?"

The wolf master said, "To be precise, it will look similar, but it will be much, much smaller for you."

"The sword was lost in the fight with Ryan. The Lion King would probably be surprised if he saw it."

"Promise me you'll show it to him!"

Taylor laughed. "I'll make that old man's jaw drop!"

(End of this chapter)