Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 333: Angry Wolf, Bjorn

A wizard climbed up to the outside of the fortress at this moment. He looked at this harsh place full of wolf runes, and angrily scratched the wall with a chainsaw sword with a spell on it.

He cursed viciously. "Damn the son of Rus, damn the dog of the corpse king, I want them to wail in hell..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help crying. He thought of the years when he and his brothers studied in the pyramid built by the Red Devil Magnus, and remembered the honor he once had.

There was a chattering sound in his ears. It was the chattering of their "guardian elf", which was both a warning and a help.

It’s just that those so-called elves have a more accurate name in the empire.

demon.

The Thousand Sons were the first Legion to be exposed to the Corruption and the Warp, and now it seems that their fall was only a matter of time.

Listening to the low voices like spells, the wizard raised his blade again and again, tirelessly scratching the Fenris runes on the wall.

To be honest, he didn't care, because if the situation was threatening enough, his elf would definitely warn him.

Secondly, there are dozens of Red Letter Warriors who are spiritually connected to him to protect his safety. Obviously, there are not many creatures in this universe that can break through the protection zone composed of more than 10 Space Marines.

Even if that thing is a Zerg Tyrant!
He was quite confident about this, and he was also sure that all the mortals here had fled, but it was useless even if they hid underground.

He would find those poor followers of the Corpse King and turn them into the favorite food of his guardian elves.

Those sweet and loyal souls were his pets' favorite snacks.

Frankly speaking, he was fed up with his children nagging when they were hungry at night.

He slightly extended his tongue, which had mutated into a thin thread, and tasted the coldness in the air, but the next moment, he heard a sizzling sound.

Hot melt?

When he turned around, a scorching flame had already hit his body, burning one third of his torso!

He wondered why his demons hadn't taken action. He wondered why his investigations hadn't revealed any enemies.

But at this moment, he only saw something half as tall as a tree.

mortal?

He wore blue power armor, but without the backpack, and the joints had soft padding, while the suit seemed light and sturdy.

Titanium technology?

The wizard's knowledge told him a lot, but the next moment, his head was pierced through the throat, and a power sword was inserted into his head from the jaw.

The huge body fell down as if it had lost its controller, and his soul was swallowed by his own "pet" the moment he left.

At the same time, dozens of Thousand Sons warriors who came up here also dispersed their psychic bodies, turned into purple smoke, and dissipated in the real universe.

Several old soldiers crawled out of the bunker and said.

"The information given by the boss is never wrong."

"But what is that? A demon or a space marine?"

Another soldier rubbed his shoulders and muttered, "Never mind. This is so profitable. Killing a wizard is like killing several Space Marines!"

"Tell them to betray!" said the warrior, kicking the empty helmet of the Space Marine and laughing.

"Okay, report this to the boss. I hope he'll be happier and give us more canned food!"

On the other side, Taylor squatted behind the bunker and listened to the report.

He answered without hesitation. "What? The Second Company wants canned food? Tell them to fart!"

"Killing two wizards in half an hour, what kind of achievement is that?"

"There are at least 300 Thousand Sons invading this time. Based on their efficiency, it will take forever to defeat them all." Roland frowned. "Boss, are you planning to kill all those guys?"

Taylor replied. "No way! I just don't want to give them cans."

Beside them, the cultist girl's brows twitched. "No, it's really... gratifying that you're so good at killing wizards."

"I remember you were helpless against me on Mawson Ride..."

She said a little embarrassedly, "If you were one-third as light as you are now, I would probably be finished."

Taylor said. "If I had a melta gun, I would have just hung the greenskin boss's head on the hood of the car."

"What's the point of bringing this up?"

"By the Emperor, we are now facing a frenzied attack from a Space Marine Chapter, and I have a vendetta against them. The Seal of Magnus is related to me..."

“It’s really fatal.”

"I fucked her father, so I guess he won't look at me with a good face..."

Taylor said pessimistically.

At the same time, several wizards quickly used magic to move here. This is one of the core platforms and also one of the few command points.

As this is a key area of crackdown, of course someone will come to visit.

Taylor was not surprised by this, but it was indeed a bit difficult to deal with dozens of Space Marines coming together.

He readied his chainsword, only for them to quickly spot Taylor shouting at the same time.

"The Corpse King's dog!"

The spell composed of psychic energy was fired as if it were free, and the sandbag was blown into pieces in an instant.

Taylor immediately climbed out of cover and fired back at them with explosives, cursing his own bad luck.

But those Space Marines were actually more afraid, because their "guardian elves" were looking at Taylor tremblingly, as if they saw the most terrifying thing in the world!

One of the wizards watched as Taylor angrily waved his scepter, and a vicious curse from hell, enough to tear the flesh and blood of the Space Marines into pieces, burst out at this moment!

But when Taylor approached and forced him back with the strange chainsword in his hand, while being unaffected by the spell, the wizard cursed.

"What the hell are you?"

Taylor cursed back in confusion. "You're the one!" He spoke, his chainsaw sword repeatedly picking at the warrior's armor, leaving many marks beneath the red armor.

The wizard retreated in embarrassment. He wanted to quickly enter the Wolf Fang Castle to avoid this madman!
How could there be a mortal like him! Quick in movement, powerful in attack, and immune to spells?
The Thousand Son retreated as if he had seen a ghost, but just as he was about to enter the fortress, a heavy roar was heard.

A dreadnought crawled out of the gap in the fortress and grasped his head with its huge mechanical arm.

With a whoosh, the wizard's head turned into pieces and rotted on the ground. Only the silver-white dreadnought mecha roared angrily.

He hammered the ground as the Primaris Marine Captain hurried over, shouting.

"Ancestor Bjorn is enraged!"

"The living ancestor is angry!"

"What's going on here?"

Taylor coughed, then pointed to the corpse of the Thousand Sons wizard at his feet.

"Analyze it yourself. I'll go and appease the old man first..."

(End of this chapter)