Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 331 I fight Ahriman?
In the forging room, the hammer struck the metal, making a heavy sound, like the roar of an ancient beast, or like the voice of a civilization forged by a hammer.

The old man's bulging muscles swung the forging hammer, giving the chainsaw sword, which had just been heated and fused, the final finishing touch.

His movements were crisp and precise, and his bare upper body displayed exaggerated muscle density, making him look nothing like a mortal.

The frost blade was struck by the flames and solidified on the blade of the chainsaw sword. The metal merged into the armor of the tyrant worm, making it even darker.

It had been the color of obsidian, and looked like silky jade, yet was tougher than armor and sharp enough to cut through adamantine.

Now the black blade has turned into a series of pitch-black curved serrated fangs, crisscrossing the chainsaw of the chainsaw sword, complex and terrifying.

Taylor had to ask worriedly, "Old man, you won't break my sword, will you?"

Just now, the Wolf Lord left because the battle line was tense. Now Taylor and the old man stared at each other for a long time, which made him quite embarrassed.

The old blacksmith did not answer, but continued hammering.

Until the blade was gradually completely covered by the cold translucent mineral, the old man raised the weapon in his hand and chopped it down at the innocent anvil on the side.

Before the chainsaw's engine was even started, the blade was embedded in it in an instant. Because the engine was not started and the Fenris mineral was peculiarly cold, no sparks were emitted.

The blade penetrated a finger's length into the anvil, and the anvil, made of high-purity steel, now looked as soft as gold or copper.

Taylor exclaimed. "By the Emperor..."

"What kind of magic did you use? What technique did you use?"

He lowered his head and touched the notch left by the blade, looking at the black blade.

"Grandpa, hurry up, let me feel it!"

Taylor reached out and took the magic weapon that belonged to him. A cold touch came from the sensor on the outside of the armor, and at the same time he could feel the unique thickness.

"It's a beautiful blade."

Taylor danced lightly with his sword, thinking that this thing would be great for making chilled dishes.

Fortunately, the blacksmith on the opposite side didn't know what Taylor was thinking, nor did he know that this warrior favored by the Wolf Lord liked best to hide behind cover and shoot with a hidden gun.

After saying goodbye to the old man, Taylor walked out of the room with the almost new Kraken Blade.

At the same time, he was found by the Krieg girl almost as soon as he went out. The blonde female warrior said seriously.

"You've been absent for a long time. If it weren't for the culture of the Fenris people, I would have gone straight into that room to find you."

"The Thousand Sons' attacks continue. We need to increase our defenses."

Taylor asked. "With the Wolf Lord and that wolf boy there, do you still need me?"

Ms. Krieger said seriously, "It's mainly because the soldiers in our regiment can't wait any longer. They're eager to fight. Frankly, this attitude makes my job a little too easy."

"But you may have almost forgotten that I am not a logistics officer."

Taylor frowned. "Then I must have misunderstood you..."

He was a little speechless because he really forgot that this lady was a political commissar responsible for morale issues, but in most cases as long as Taylor was here, morale would not be a problem.

Secondly, he felt that those guys had won too many times and had forgotten how cruel war was.

Moreover, they did not inherit a single bit of their own good qualities, such as not striving to be the first in everything at work, and not being too eager for quick success and instant benefits in war.

He sighed and had no choice but to be dragged to the battlefield by those guys. Of course, to be honest, he also wanted to make a big scene...

After all, how can I not feel itchy when I get a new toy?

But when he arrived at the battlefield, Taylor's first order was to get the soldiers to defend, strengthen the fortress walls, and not leave Wolf Fang Castle.

Frankly speaking, this choice puzzled many people. After all, the war was now in full swing, and driving away the Thousand Sons was almost the first priority of the empire.

But Taylor not only did not move forward, but instead stubbornly chose to defend, but most of the soldiers were willing to believe him.

Just looking at the fierce battle outside the Wolf Fang Fort, few people would not be jealous.

The Emperor's enemies were before their very eyes, and all they could do was play sandbag.

Even Taylor has started asking the girl Leitlin to prepare the food...

Well, some soldiers have already started to regret calling the boss.

After all, if Taylor didn't come, they could still go down and shoot. But now, military orders are like mountains, and they can only continue to strengthen the fortress.

Sandbags and sandbags, concrete and barbed wire, the whole day was boring, but they could still watch the hell dragons fall under the artillery fire of the Fenris men and see the demons torn to pieces by the Space Marines.

An old soldier complained, "I'm bored as hell, and no amount of delicious dinner can make up for it."

"Do you want us to read the Imperial Infantry Manual to pass the time?"

"The enemy of the Empire is right before our eyes, and all we can do is watch the Space Marines fight each other?"

He wiped the Hell Gun in his hand indignantly and accurately set the cache area for his weapon power backpack.

Even the most experienced priests are only at this level, which shows the tactical level of the Skadi veterans.

Some people successfully dismantled the bombs and even added their own modifications, such as adding sights or modifying the gun body.

However, such means did not make the machine soul angry. On the contrary, it even made the relationship between the machine soul and the user better.

Generally speaking, everyone here is talented and has many fancy tricks, so they can always turn danger into safety in the end.

Now they were thinking about how to deal with those demons. Some said that it would be more satisfying to kill them with heavy artillery, while others thought that the roar of the chainsaw sword would be the most loyal.

But now it seems that no matter what, it is not their turn.

The soldiers were listless, some drinking coffee and some reading the weekly newspaper.

Until the sky suddenly became extremely strange, purple spirals began to gather, the gray clouds due to witchcraft became heavier, and many lightning bolts fell.

Many Thousand Sons wizards emerged from the thunder, and at the same time an inexplicable barrier blocked the battle line between the Fang Fort and the Space Marines.

The warriors of the Wolf Group were still obsessed with fighting. In their eyes, behind them were not the so-called Thousand Sons Wizards, but the peaceful Wolf Fang Castle, their hometown.

At this moment, the soldiers also took up their weapons and faced the uninvited guests.

One of the warriors, wearing a long robe and a ferocious horned crown, moved forward quickly, holding a brown metal staff.

He is Ahriman, the Lord of the Thousand Sons.

And he came here for only one thing, and that was to destroy the last hope of the Space Wolves, the cultivation of the perfect Wolf Spiral!

(End of this chapter)